Harvest Moon

 
Adel was the sacred bloom,      
Uber lush and audacious.      
O her eloquent voice lied.      
      
This is the realm of falsehood,      
A utopian world order      
burdened by the everlasting.      
     
She was the elite youth;      
Pure breed immortal.      
     
I spotted her      
Retreating through the cradle of Rhine,      
En route back to her motherland.      
     
Three days from deliverance,      
I joined her on the harvest moon.      
We picked and sucked on ancient herbs;      
Oden earth cures weak ageing cells.      
     
Two days from deliverance,      
On the border of the dark forest,      
Beyond mist, charred bone and black steel,      
The river lulled a spell for freedom.      
     
Adel stared through towers of trees,      
Tears rolled down virgin skin;      
A prize animal trapped inside a giant's cage.      
     
One day from deliverance,      
The sacred youth awoke in my embrace      
Seduced by tragic stories from the dead.      
     
The stem of the everblooming was broken.      
     
O blind terror fiddles with death,      
Icky little fingers fathom      
The unmendable hole in its neck.      
     
Life beget suffering,      
Suffering beget death,      
Death beget meaning.      
     
A meaningful life is the way to deliverance.      
     
I released Adel into the river Rhine,      
Tomorrow she will arrive home.