tinyangel

Pitch black night: The icy wind made the ancient framework creak. In the far distance the thunder rumbled. Lightning flashed through the darkness, but Kathleen ignored the sounds of the dark. Depressing loneliness and silence that tore at her nerves. The old mahogany cabinet at the far end of the room caught her eye immediately. Suddenly she thought to recognize a shadowy figure out of the corner of her eye, but when she looked over her shoulder ... she saw only deep blackness. The creak of the cupboard door drew her haunted gaze forward. Her heart threatened to freeze. An old man motioned Kathleen to follow him into a maze. She was pressurized by high walls. There was no escape! Panic flooded her. Was she lost? There was a light! Kathleen ran towards it. A glass door opened. She went to a supermarket: mold on the fruit, broken shelves, worms crawling along the floor. Someone tapped her shoulder. She looked around. A salesman with an ax in his head and a blood-streaked smock asked if

Where the light of lights Unites Heaven and Earth. When it shines on a sheet of paper, The poet takes up the pen. Where the light of lights Greets as sunshine. Under the rainbow it is At home in this world. A spectral color spectacle In the clear blue of the sky. Interwoven with the veil of white clouds: Limitless and colorful. Where the light of lights Speaks out of the gloom - In the reflection there are faces Mixed with weeping tears. An emerald green lake Shimmers in the light of the forest. Water lilies bloom there. A new day is starting, The poet wields the pen again, While nature creates its most wonderful paintings.