This northern city with headlights-eyes <br />Has buried me in its cold and gloom; <br />You'll see this place in a dreadful guise <br />And once sweet home will seem a tomb <br />Once you're aware there's no way out, <br />Once dreams of youth say goodbye and grin. <br />It goes farther and makes me doubt <br />In all the things I have ever seen. <br />Its blood has turned into ice and snow - <br />It's endless winter in every heart. <br />The winds of grief never cease to blow, <br />The art of grief is the greatest art. <br /> <br />And once in this cradle of dirt and despair <br />A wandering stranger demanded my mind. <br />He asked me about this damned northern air <br />I'd better not breathe - I would leave it behind. <br />He said: 'I'm in love with this misery, miss. <br />Destruction is right what we need to create. <br />True art is in grief, I've been dreaming of this. <br />My yesterday's fortune's tomorrow's fate. <br />I know all secrets my destiny knows, <br />So this boring dwelling won't be a surprise'. <br />I thought: 'He's my twin, and it clearly shows'. <br />That evening he opened my widely shut eyes. <br /> <br />A perfect stranger has built a wall <br />To be a shield from this gloom and lies, <br />From endless rains of this city's gall <br />That falls on me from the shattered skies. <br />The wave of feelings can warm the days <br />Of dull existence in Bitterland <br />And melt the ice in this rotten place, <br />In every heart that it's due to mend. <br />This northern city with headlights-eyes <br />Has turned us down in its nasty voice <br />And... brought together. We've paid the price <br />Of fate to fortune. We've made the choice.<br /><br />April Avalon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fate-and-fortune-2/
