Even Neron Lived In a Tale Sometimes

Even Neron lived in a tale sometimes
Wondered at the fiery marasmus
The sleep annoyed him like a brotherly hand

The moment - the way to burned out
Utopia...
Led down the crescent shaped way

The defeat came in shape of an autumn branch
On the way covered with star stones

Saturn, Jupiter and Mars,
With a red smile
Sail against the current
Up the dead river, milky way.

Even Neron lived in a tale sometimes,
With a vain fire,
He wanted to burn the starry sky.
Craving for the ind and sunny breath
He sneaked into shadow - the crescent shine,
To marry a red star...
The fallen source of light