有缘吗? Poem by Ghost Unseen

Blessed be the superb Adam or the first fool,
Who in his shameful burden and vain sins,
Beknew the most imperviously hidden secret,
The unbent discernment of right and wrong.

To sever tainted filth from the unsullied purity,
Is such a Talent, such a true vision of Justice,
Such a sharp tool I cannot even lust to owe,
By virtue of vivid doubts filling my viceful soul.

Unanswered questions echo in the dreamy breeze,
Turquoise peonies, amber lilies, and sand daffodils,
Circle the eight pointed star shaped garden,
The manor of mirrors stands crookedly on the hill.

She haunts the whole place and wanders at will.
She’s here, she’s there, and she’s everywhere now.
The dark haired maiden is sowing puzzling clues,
Baffling pieces of faith, but bittersweet in taste.

What a beauty!
What a soul!
Who wouldn’t be obsessed with her sad smile?
I love her more than anything.

But I don’t know anymore.
Is it the moon, or is it the sun gleaming over the hill?
Is it a dim light or a bright shade coming from it?
And is it really up here on the hill as I said before?

I can’t possibly know.
Yin and yang,
Right and wrong,
What’s the difference?

The manor briefly collapses and melts with the random sky,
Spinning slowly in a never ending and twisted grey whirl.