Dead fortress

Grey houses with windows like empty eye-sockets
Flinders and dust cover streets and squares
Rats scurry but-and-ben like masters and sovereigns
This is the only sign of motion and life

This is so splendidly
To live in such a city
But I can not be delighted in this
Because I'm dead

Dead dawn
Dead sunset
The sun astonishes
Why it is lonely

The moon looks at ruins apathetically
It get accustomed to death and destruction
It likes silence of the dead houses
It shares its domain only with wind

The cold streets forgot the sound of steps
The black streets wait for nobody

The territory of the black death
The graveyard without boundaries
The store of white bones
The open tomb

The god is powerless
To bring back to life this city
Churches are uninhabited
To sing hymns in them

Some day the city will wake up to life
Some day streets will filled with people
But now this place is inviolable
Nobody dare to live here