Eclipse is blazing like a sunrise...

heavens will never accept you...
you knew that, taking marks ...
like the withered branch
believed only to the dark wonders
with a talent for Charon gave one
look on the giant Planet,
you - the name in the book of deads - on fields...
and signed an impetuous estimate,
king and jester, lord and executioner -
in the ninth circle, bented backs...
over the dead sea quiet-quiet lamentation...
oh, Jesus with stature of Titan...