Zahľadel sa do sviečky
Bojazlivo blikotajúcej na dubovom stole,
Pripamätúval si celý sen,
Na ktorý nemal odpoveď.
Vonku zúri hrozivý vietor,
Marcový, ešte chladný s dychom jari,
Chvíľami sa besnie, zadrapuje do okeníc
Ako keby démoni sna chceli vstúpiť.
Trň bolesti, zamotaný v labyrinte ticha
Bez slín, slov či myšlienok otupený,
Kladiem si otázku, čo sa to deje?
Čo to vôkol nás je? Je to len výplod fantázie?
Zúfalo sa upínam k tajomným spomienkam,
Kde a kedy začal ten smrtiaci nočný chaos
Plný strachu , zla, démonov noci...
Agresívnych vkročiteľov nočnej mory.
Prebudenie, zdanie či skutočnosť popraviska,
V tichosti v kresle obraz noci sa vtíska,
V diali pohrebné zvony znejúce,
Ten portál smrti a hlasy vyjúce...
***
He gazed into the candle,
Blinking timidly on the oak table,
He was remembering the whole dream,
To which he had no answer.
The horrible wind rages outside,
March, still frigid with the breath of spring,
At times it wildly sinks its claws into shutters,
As if demons of the dream wanted to enter.
A thorn of pain wrapped in a labyrinth of silence,
Spitless, lacking words or thoughts
I ask myself, what is going on?
What is around us?
Is it just a figment of one´s imagination?
Desperately I dwell on secret memories,
Where and when this deadly nightly chaos begun,
Full of fear, evil and demons of the night...
The aggressive nightmare intruders.
Awakening, illusion or a reality of the gallows,
Quietly in the chair, the image of the night is embedding,
The funeral bells are ringing in a distance,
The portal of death and voices howling...
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