Astrofaes Among Hungry Curs
He started his way, having left the place, where the Law
had been created, Where there is smouldering cover of
snow, Where the first ray of fire is piercing the dusk.
Nobody has chosen the way for the Gods, Having clearing
the horizon of stinking souls. Dagger, fire and ice yet
haven’t removed The crimson tracery Among hungry curs and
snakes. Will the chest breathe the air among swirling
worms? The way to Abyss is close. But even in the abyss
of destiny We are catching at the edge of Death. And in a
bright dusk of ravens flocks We are seeking with our
hands borders of the Universe.
