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"Before it gets dark
And lights are turned down
And dreams put off to another day
 
In merciless quiet
Revealing I have
Forever and completely lost my way
 
I down a last dring
And drown for some hours
How madly I'm challenged by unrest
 
Tomorrow I'll leave
To build a new mansion
Way up on the towering crest
 
Find me walking over
Trap doors that swallow every plan
I'll be waiting in the death zone
Never waste a thought on me again
 
The summit pokes out
Of meaningless clouds
Each step takes me higher and higher
 
I know I can reach
The impossible goal
The vanishing point of desire
 
Oh high is the price
For what keeps me going
And dearly I'll pay for my sin
 
Cold winds from the north
From a fathomless source
Carry the new ice age in..."
(c)
T.W.

The legendary slavic queen,mostly known as a founder of Prague.She was partly a woman and partly a forest elf,but the clairvoyance and the situation in the country brought her lots of sadness and she drowned herself in Vltava.

The moon tonight dreams vacantly, as if
She were a beauty cushioned at her rest
Who strokes with wandering hand her lifting
Nipples, and the contour of her breasts;
 
Lying as if for love, glazed by the soft
Luxurious avalanche, dying in swoons,
She turns her eyes to visions-clouds aloft
Billowing hugely, blossoming in blue.
 
When sometimes from her stupefying calm
On to this earth she drops a furtive tear
Pale as an opal, iridescent, rare,
 
The poet, sleepless watchman, is the one
To take it up within his hollowed palm
And in his heart to hide it from the sun.
 
Charles Baudelaire
"Sorrows Of The Moon"