The Story-Depressive Age

I feel you whisper - so far, dear sister But now a shudder - your voice, stepfather Is it a deception? - or true affection? Do you feel better? - Are you together? Old fingers touch a young girl's skin, unusual love or sin? Tough leather slides on her velvety cover, never any other Except stepfather gets her love She's thirteen years old He's got her in a cage of cold Their sensitive relationship grows to great fears, transformed To trouble and tears, every day when her head's on his shoulder This fifty year man seems to be colder Mother's pain, she wants to reveal what's going on in the family One day in autumn sister shocked stepfather, me and My mother when she gave her earthly life an end His hair is grey, tender his words, he swears on her grave: "No one will ever separate our love's heat, I'll meet you in heaven Soon we shall be free". He trusted in this and in half a year By his own oath he had disappeared I feel you whisper - So far...