armors that ever shine,
towers in the air, without foundations,
Huge castles, once bustled with life;
now only travellers arrive
in terrestrial ships of fantasy.
That castle only has two towers,
but twenty more buried in the sand,
hidden from sight.
Totally empty, surrounded by fields, surrounded by pits.
Cold wind grey and blue, motes of black snow it has.
Violet flowers agonize in the mud,
butterflies burning in the fire.
The sun and the sky are only acquaintances,
each afternoon, from behind, the sun stabs his friend.
Deep waters erased the valley from existence,
calm fishes dwell now in the castle.
«Better end sunk in the water
than fearing the shadow of the black city».
Wise words in the air were floating,
but distrust, like venom, emanated.
«But the black city disappeared».
«That's true, lost dweller, but may appear again».