Gothica - The Cliff of Suicide

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When everything is bathed in colour
And a blinding golden path
Shines from the sky onto the sea
To the white shingle beach which is below you
Blood stains stand out every so often: red poppies
In your deep tomb, receive the young corpses
Of those who are tired of living, those who can’t find consolation
In the marvel of your sunsets
Wings flutter among the ears of wheat
Like the wind which ripples the sea
And vertically over it
There’s the cliff of suicide
On the water more blue than the sky