Black roses faint in the garden of Sad Dreamers. br There are dangerous hopes, br Old prayers that do not work, br Fist made of iron is this sour obsession br That holds their hearts in devotion. br br Fear is as strong as it has ever been, br But life... it seems to fade, br So much that it cannot be seen. br br Only sadness and tragedy live here, br In the garden of sad dreamers... br br Love can be born in one night, br A star birth can take place in one minute, br The Sun can forget to shine in a century... br But the sad dreamer will live for an eternity br In his black lonely cradle made of insecurity! br br Two Black Swans signal another tragedy, br A white swan sings, wishing for death, br The forgotten blessing floats easily... br On the lake of empathy. br br ©Elya Thorn.