[Kék Láng]


Flame of sighs

Where a thousand tiny eyes' neversleeping dance dwells

Beltane taking her ancient self

Skysieging fires sign her returning beauty

Wolves shall stand along the eternal road

Forestshades appear from among the trees and take shape

Long forgotten

Stones get souls 'till the next passing

And spit sparks to the dry boughs

Hiding creatures open their mouths to words

Screaming the law forgotten and offer sacrifice

For the image glowing upon the sky