Pendulumsong

How often I have been attacked

by nightfall! Now, as dusk looms near,

the pendulum, to protect me,

stands soldierlike outside my door.

When boils erupt on stone,

the ceiling blushes with fangles,

the pendulum, all attention,

walks to my door.

When the railings on the balcony

cast shadows up on silence coming down,

when the dreams come and fall upon me

it said: The threshold is your limit.

Life, how solemnly the hours

approached the brink!

Now, when I leave the shadows,

how terribly they sprint.