Luyện nghe bài hát III (Fear)

The spirit songs scream wind-burned heaths
Flensing the rind of my very
Corrosive comforts
In an inexorable of dissolution

A threnody that scours with the paralyzing raptor
Of a lifetime of unrealized

And it as at this point that strikes
the force of a thousand driven spear-points

A etched with the lexicon of destitution
Stares through pallid, jaundiced eyes
That with suppressed, shrieking desperation
To
To claw the threads of cloying carnation
To force this stooped
the carcass-field beneath my feet
Abnegation - silence -
The only triptych I

Yet

not is thy solace
Within this corrupted of deathsoil
the Cathedral stands tall
And in those shadows
of centuries shrivel and die

I move on
I must haul this patchwork of cursive limbs
Through a mire
Endless, wake

Each tread summons the efforts of a thousand scouring
Inch by inch, by step, slowing, stooping
Until - like a puppet strings severed by the scythe of embitterment
A collapses