Epilogue
Fertile planetoid dwarfish has become
Stained with blood and thought decays
To dreams will turn
Its vegetation form
To show its power
When anyone tries to take it over
Northirs wiped out
By their own muddle of thoughts
Learnt what irony meant
War became silent
Under the fathom of the sand grains
Bards will write stories about it
To make that picture
Not fade out in memory
Rooted in the sceptre of power
The abyss of mind
Conspiracy circles in the air
The violins with thorny strings
Play the melody
Of the decline of frail thoughts
by Mateusz Turowski
