The dawn is fresh and brisk.
A strong cold wind 
blows, bending the bloodied grasses, into scarlet infinity.
And no-one suffers because someone else is hurt,
his soul weakened by a mortal wound.
I measure with my stare the piercing distance
that, like a door into an unfamiliar, strange land,
guards someone's dreams...
I'm torn apart inside, 
but I'm aware that the eternal seed
that I have carried earlier, and sought to sow in others,
will blossom at some time at least in one man's heart. 
And now what's left to me is watching that red fire,
and welcoming, in the freedom of despair,
the entrance into the scarlet gates of the unknown.
..........
The dawn is flaming hard,
and in those flames I shall immerse myself,
and fade forever...