Anchorite

“I wont to die and born again!”
I
I’m the red eagle,
The black crow in the sky,
Alone wolf on the field’s middle,
And I’ll back to die!

My spirit is the land,
The body is the winter.
If you this don’t understand,
You may be a blinder.

So cold! Ouph, my God!
May be I dead tonight?
I don’t remember I forgot…
Where are you, black knights?

The sun and moon together,
I saw the green leaves of life.
I’m going to the cold weather,
Who I am? Told me, Ralf?

Crush days, the darkness coming!
Hell fires in the hearts.
I have head-ache, my darling,
It’s crying of the both of my parts.
II
Like a bolt from the blue,
Ball lighting in the town,
I coming and take true –
The death is my mortal own…

Fetal death of yours womb,
I stand to the gloomy deep.
Inscription from child’s tomb
Say my: “Board to the sheep”.
III
Sweety dew on aspen leaf,
Anchorite was born again...
And line of the life-chief
You saw in drizzling rain.

I miss for you, my darling.
Shadow vanished into air
And I'll back and coming...
I love you, my own fire...