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.