A beauty-death’s bride-
His angel and his pride.
Her purely childish mind-
All unrevealed to the outside.
The reaper stands raising his scythe,
Removing crowds of life out of his sight,
Darkening the divine light
That This pure child had in her might.
The helpless daughter of the sky
Stands still in front of him as a pure wife.
Kissing the lord of undergrounds, she sighed,
Feeling this vicious love embrace her life.
And all the world has now revolved
Receiving with eyes shut by fear,this cursed love
Of innocence herself and her heart’s lord.
nov. 2007