Azarena Poem by Pierre Rausch

She folded in folds
Wardrobe and Piano stool
No sign of life
I wanted to say more
And wanted it helpless
What do you do right now
The bad spirit had veined
And when they come to tell you
Never alone against
Who we want to live with
Have accorded to my tears
You shall be blind and stand
You've reached to know
A party from these men
In all our needs
Injustice sits in justice
The length and wide
Often as to prove it
You serve your place
And brought to the right judgment
And in all aethernity