اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
deeply seared by a stampede of pain
our bejewelled feathers fall from ebony skies,
down onto this shattered masquerade,
enfolding the eve with a triumphant gleam of amorous tears...
ardously they fall, to burn upon all sunken thrones, forever-more...
