Вершы: Face Down. Autumn Scars.

[Poem by Jonas Deroueche]

How extravagant my shadow,
In october five times my height
Hence my silhouette's grandeur,
A reflection of lost glory

Splendid seed sowed in spring,
In november harvested wine of sorrow

The sap contaminated lifeblood forever,
Bliss my souls' inmost growth