اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Death creeps in the stars
Is that glint of light
In blood's wet reflection
Suffocating and horrible
Can this enlightenment be
When every instance
Of miraculous innocence
Is taken from you
When this leaves
That old star hopper
Nears the sun
