Forbidden rovings

    You led your free roving out off well traced tracks
    You have followed the trails of nice wolf wandering
    Far from banalities where love is expiring
    As bear which maraude some burning love that lacks
     
    Drunk guards perspiring the wine of despair stance
    Of a living to have without enlivened instant
    Had guarded you aside because different
    From malicious beings who were fleeing your glance
     
    Eyes have dried from anger that any smile disarm
    And of dream of a child without words to be said
    Innocent condemned by law of men in arms
     
    And you survive immured by din of silences.
    It is heart that split up dry of tears to be cried
    As flame stifled at yell of the weapons smashes