Yet a red cloud, in which a furious god,
The spilled blood itself, has its home, silently
Gathers, a coolness in the willow bottoms;
All the roads spread out into the black mold.
The spilled blood itself, has its home, silently
Gathers, a coolness in the willow bottoms;
All the roads spread out into the black mold.
Trakl - Bringing Blood to Trakl’s Ghost
