Eyes closed,

I feel the icy wind

Of that ghostly place.

The sound of the leaves

Hitting the hard stone.

Solid seraphim

Sing sonorous songs of sorrow.

Any Damned Being

Seemed able to glide

Down the paths,

Undaunted

By the huge stone Crosses.

Terrified,

My eyes fly

Open.

But I still feel the icy wind.