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He broke the cosmos with a sigh,
And planted again the fertile dust,
Over the head of the flame-furred ram.

He chained and tied it with golden shackles,
Over the world-veins of starry waters.

The horns ripped the black suns,
They spread through white sky ribs.
A tongue of stone sinew connected.

And the eyes - green, dark lakes,
Where sing and shiver two black nymphs.

Over ancient shoulders, a forest spread,
Old and dark like the grey thoughts.
In the forest danced the son of a star.

On silver fibers of lunar tears,
Laid, sighed and died with a song.

Where bloody rivers of flame flow,
On a ruby-heart in flesh of stone,
A raven-black rose bloomed over.

And she sang with a velvet voice,
Sang and slept to penetrate the soul.

Her roots poured down, deep and fiery,
With miles and miles beneath, in the stone.
And in seven days, they reached the Necropolis.

Description
He broke the cosmos with a sigh,
And planted again the fertile dust,
Over the head of the flame-furred ram.

He chained and tied it with golden shackles,
Over the world-veins of starry waters.

The horns ripped the black suns,
They spread through white sky ribs.
A tongue of stone sinew connected.

And the eyes - green, dark lakes,
Where sing and shiver two black nymphs.

Over ancient shoulders, a forest spread,
Old and dark like the grey thoughts.
In the forest danced the son of a star.

On silver fibers of lunar tears,
Laid, sighed and died with a song.

Where bloody rivers of flame flow,
On a ruby-heart in flesh of stone,
A raven-black rose bloomed over.

And she sang with a velvet voice,
Sang and slept to penetrate the soul.

Her roots poured down, deep and fiery,
With miles and miles beneath, in the stone.
And in seven days, they reached the Necropolis.