Cool and cosmic flair.
Leaping across to great heights,
Shooting higher than Interstellar Flares.
The unknown language,
Spoken since centuries long ago.
Galaxies of mediums,
Transcend all Earthly knowledge known.
|Some of my gothic poems take place in an imaginary late Middle Ages, say 14th - 15th century. They symbolize the impotence of humanity and of any single person regarding destiny, sorrow and final death.|