Black Flowers

The end of a day and the sun Passes the reign to night Which brings the time for dying Feathers (Of angels wings) Descend from the dark clouds Falling to the ground Losing their snowhite brightness And fading through greyness They bring cold plains Underneath black coat Drifts of feathers Are turning into dark seed When the ground opens its pores And at the new dawn When the sun rays sting Roots are waking up to life Black flowers The sign of dying sky As cold as rainy time Their stench can be smelled Just like the corpses smell When decomposition of angels comes These funeral flowers Which plains are scattered with Between dark woods It appears as a mirror Also when the heavens In daylight become black by rotting As it's eating the remains Of angelic bodies Black flowers The last memory of the end of life In the sky