Vicissitude Poem by Sirlanio Jorge Dias Gomes

On a cold night fading in tears,
The being was revealed in mortal agony
Denouncing the mood in desvaluation,
Tired of pain in sad song.

Gathered in painful robe,
Full softness of dark face,
He shouted out that he was screaming
D'afflicted soul in total disgust.

With raised hands, he waved love
Already moribund in his desires,
He shed the last inner hope;

Exhausted, she dressed in wind,
And prostrated he saw the procession
Fate cruel cruel torment.