Ancient Philosophy - Darzamat

Change the mood from joy to sadness

Because sad is the song I sing

On dreams in deep meditations

On seven horses running on the shore at dawn

Born to fly

To fly in the depths of art

To plunge in her captious whirls

To sin by knowing thoughts of god

But I have wasted the dawn

And this is not to be forgiven by any heaven

So look and see I’ll paint a picture

Filled with so many questions and sorrow that divine

But instead of an angel I’ll paint a man

For the paint set so carefully

Would wash away its shapes