Rochdi

(Chrysanthemum)Like a stray phantom,Shrouded in fog.I lay down dyingUpon the thorny solitude- With no visible candles around me -The eternal night,As she grows inside me,Seems to strip the skyOff its Diamond-Star,And the chant of Israfel- Getting pale and lifeless -Seems to echo my secret melodies.In the dark process,The ether-covered solitudeGets fermented,And takes hold of my spirit.Yet,With metallic feet,I finally steppedInto that misty hollowness;Wearing the petal...