The torn-apart song

Sun is golden, life is precious.
Moon casts silver ghosts on ashes.

The warlord waves his fist of iron skin.
Jupiter spins, lives melt like heated tin.

Saturn's ring on fire, feet made out of lead.
Poisoned by Mercury, lies my silent head.

Venus is the goddess, hair copper red.
Life is precious until our blood was shed.

A gardener's lost poem

Your hair was golden, your eyes like diamonds -
Shining in the moonlight
Your lips so red like the beauty of the roses
Lead me into the night,
Into the deeper darkness - when I died for you.