Ariadne
This article was originally published in German. The English version is an automatic translation and may contain errors. The German original is authoritative.
Tell me, do you hear the fanfares,
as they blow in the distance.
So that we all now pay,
what others once did.
Tell me, do you feel your life
weaving itself into my thread.
I cannot lift a finger,
and can only pray quietly for you.
Tell me that you remember,
as you disappear on the horizon.
Was it not what you wanted,
but only what you had to do.
Tell me, do you hear the whisper,
fate arming itself against me.
So I saw from afar,
that prophecies do not fail.
Tell me, do you not see the scars,
lamenting my divinity.
And all of this, to pay,
what others once did.
Elisabeth Kriep