Β 3 You do not grasp β the spilled blood is chiming From unveiling you wrongfully dread In agony of you yourself While we pine atop Grecian terraces. Daughter Still rivers are audible in endeavor And at that conjoined In mirrors is the road to land of dead And worshippers of the chronometer And the unachievableContinue reading “The signs along the path are the only thing left for you, “The darkness will understand”, Leila Samarrai”