At the Gates of Hell
Nevím, proč je to tak, ale občas píšu v angličtině. Asi plné chyb a jazykově plain. Jinak to ale nešlo vyjádřit. Sepsáno 23/10, přepis z deníku.
When I met you
(as I usually do)
I descended to the Outer Dark space
Of your soul, eager to discover
The treasuries that lie there.
Rather quickly I reached a gate.
What did it guard, I was not sure.
A terryfying figure with wings of gray
Stood there, silent
As Gatekeeper he was known to me.
„This is as far as you get“
The Gatekeeper said to me.
Puzzled, I waited there for months.
A mortal woman at the Gates of Hell
I knew I could not enter
Without utter destruction of my Self
Yet the proximity itself
drew life from me, day by day.
A stranger passed.
A lightning stroke.
I found myself awake
Suddenly realizing
I am but a mortal
At the Gates of hell.
Mortal pain and mortal lust
Mortal heart (though which I lost)
On my journey to
The Gates of Hell
I stood awake and read a sign
Which said „Dg F60.1″
It had been there all for all the time
Fixed to the Gates of Hell.
Did I refuse to read
Or was I blind?
T´was a complete suicide
Three years spent at the
Gates of Hell.
Now I will return to my kin
And you will rejoin yours
I love you as a brother
And for that
I shall feel no remorse.
