At dawn, your ghostly presence arrives
What was left behind, nothing remains the same
Fog of the absence still lingers
And coats everything with decay
This return, the prophetic return
Rotates the stars and planets
Back into natural alignment
A false sense of normality sets in
What was once normal, no longer shall be
Damnation becomes the one and only solid truth
This return, will be the end to all things
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem