A Cruel Game For Harmony

Reflected shadows shed onto the moonlight black and white around
Shades of grey fading in the darkness.
Sinister silence is changing the perception of the landscape.
Suddenly a pale figure fast crossing an open gate, beyond the stone angel with
a sword.
Was a child, I’m pretty sure!
Tell me why a child should walk here?
I read your name, a single engraved, «J»
Don’t see your face, there ain’t pictures left
Ain’t reasons, my belly I look at.
Life and death dances making way pretending to fight a duel
It is only a winding tango, cruel game for harmony.
Such pain only stem from a cynical reason of state. Now I know it!
I read your name, a single engraved, «J».
Don’t see your face, there ain’t pictures left.
Stare at the horizon and it is hopelessly …"black".