Sonnet 18

The hills are black inside a deadly storm
And no one dares to look at their remains;
I guess the stars are now a sadly form
With shadows near and winter kept in chains.
Some trees are falling back from green to grey
As our dreams fell on the ground like flakes,
But shall I leave my soul or shall I stay
In those conclusions carved with bloody stakes?
Beyond this world lie other worlds. The sun
Burned all my secrets in its yellow beams;
Destroy the distance - sorrow has begun
To play its madness with your sour screams.
In empty voices words are just a sound
Without a meaning or a phrase to bound.