Dance withe death in bloody chess with dead king and feel the end breath in disgrace in deadly colours vague loveliness and feel the poison advent like jesus in marsh of univers to meet the traitors and feel the torments ask the swords in whose bosom they were stabbed ask the nails in whose hands they were studded ask the flames who they have burnt ask the Gods how they were silent ask the Gods how they tortured us ask the Gods how they were unseen ask the Gods how they dessended and alas! those souls which were burnt by fire