Forest is burning and the fault is all mine
But reflections still look at me through the flames of fire.

Black in my eyes has overflown
and hands hold the bow, now even tighter.

Spirits of verse, envisioned by echoes
of voices whispered before my birth,
Are trying to reach, are trying to strangle
the skin made of earth, mud and filth.

‘This realm is sacred, you should not be here,
No place for mirrors into my woods.’

Slow dance continues, spirits seed fear,
Surrounding looks like the day of doom.

Beyond translucence bodies of theirs
I see moon doe lull as a fool.

Her eyes enchant me, something feels eerie.
Deep-rooted wounds have started to heal.

‘The reflections are not real,
They do not determine you.
Time has come to break all of the chains.

You are not burning,
This is reborn.
Only thing needed is mind of your own.

Come now and see
What’s destined to be,
What’s destined for you and me to achieve.

Fall into waters,
Give in to drown,
Give in to breathe,
And let go of bow.’

I fell into waters,
Gave in to drown,
Gave in to breathe,
Gave up the bow.