In Memory of Shadows' Madame

Diaphanous figure who silent rides death’s wisdom
It’s said you came when the weary sky was sinking
into its eternal sleep

And that only your cry would have announced a new dawn
Mistress of the air shaking the fronds of icy hills
who at dawn caresses the bare branches of foggy plains

You grew up as a lonely witness of existence’s foolish theatre
On your visage the signs of a gloomy memory
Your lips wound false innocents’ hearing

with painful truths and biting sentences
You knew the inner pleasure of senses
the poetry of wind, the secret of fire

Your will has the strength of thunder

Your spirit the impetus of the final fight

Oh great mother who lavishes love generating hate

Enchanting muse of unspeakable fancies

You will rise again from the ashes

wrapping the great catastrophes

Pure, joyful and immortal Darness and light will eternally

follow you in the temple of the new dreams

In memory of Shadows’ Madame.