All the tales are told before you Like light before a flower Blind darkness from deep purple The blue chrysanthemum blossom with my face And your tale, your tale And your tale… An ultraviolet rose Stand I, facing silence A few rays open the door Your phone call from Tokyo, Yokohama, Helsinki, Victoria terminus One remembers Rangoon, chatter of sailors The diesel-bullet of your calf-muscle Your standing alone in the rain On the other side of the glass, a shadow Your last assignment in Merlin Tower Unmoved I, waiting for you Your last victim.
