The Weep of the Unicorn

And the last darkness as disgrace
disgrace of confidence and not submission
disgrace of trembling lips
disgrace of mumbling your name
white diamond with waters of fear
gratefully accepting the velvet
of your tenderness

And the last darkness as hatred
hatred of the power and not
hatred of begging eyes
hatred of yelling your name
red melting never tanned by ash
willfully accepting the revenge
from your mouth hit by my fist

And the last darkness as
one more wet morning