Classic Poem

(A contemporary Schauermär)

Up there, umpfiffen by the wind,
There stands a proud home,
The goddess with the binding,
The searched the off.

There sneak in former years
Down to that house,
The on the bier
Only leaves, the honor.

Hollow-eyed, it looks to the outside,
By crawling the grid view,
The hours are from breams,
The best friend of knitting!

The in striped jackets,
With halbrasiertem hair,
With wildgesenktem neck
Do you go to pair pair.

And what then came with cheeks
How about apples and red,
The bloom is gone,
Sehn like bad bread.

Sehn like undeserved,
Not selbstverschafftes bread,
Untermintes O life,
Far worse than death.

Since trickles down daily
The gray dust so thick
On wilting yellow limbs
And spoils of mirth light.

The color is the same,
Only change who's wearing them,
It is the same bleaching,
The is embossed on all.

Because narrow is the only chink,
By the light steals,
If, as on the helmet top
The strong midday aims.

And as the years went
Even the criminals away,
The robbers, they caught
And harbored here at the site.

Who obsessed with his time
And who came up with long,
And if you forget the world-
It really came to an end.

Only one remained still,
And he is never free
No sun brings him shimmer
In the gloomy monotony.

"You poor thing! Only with tremor,
I ask what you've done,
Follow me thy life,
The only death may draw near."

"Now listen to the rain Customer:
What I once committed,
Since I am in recharger hour
Embraced the evil enemy.

We stopped work,
Did threateningly out see,
So I may never again
See The light of the sun. "

Not much words do,
Be a sentient thing,

Be a world according to thy commandments,
Living Lacher, weeping dead!