Perlarcher Forst of Munich

you'd awakened my soul again as my dying mind drifted beyond the tall pines of perlarcher forest I'd mingled aimously about the falling leaves as my heart roared of a distant thunder that henceforth became a solemn song of solidarity oh how wise my soul stood seperate from my coarse being catering to the rough edges of the Bavarian Alps drawing the crisp daffodils silently surrounding the bottom of the snowcapped plains only fragments of me were left as my body became a tomb that in cased all thy youthfulness that once glistened with the coming of winters briskness how eloquent the mere barbarism how bloody crude nature existing within the sultriness of a sparrow's eye