In Memory Of Shadows` Madame

<br>Diaphanous figure who silent rides death`s wisdom<br>It`s said you came when the weary sky was sinking<br>into its eternal sleep<br>And that only your cry would have announced a new dawn<br>Mistress of the air shaking the fronds of icy hills<br>who at dawn caresses the bare branches of foggy plains<br>You grew up as a lonely witness of existence`s foolish theatre<br>On your visage the signs of a gloomy memory<br>Your lips wound false innocents` hearing<br>with painful truths and biting sentences<br>You knew the inner pleasure of senses<br>the poetry of wind, the secret of fire<br>Your will has the strength of thunder<br>Your spirit the impetus of the final fight<br>Oh great mother who lavishes love generating hate<br>Enchanting muse of unspeakable fancies<br>You will rise again from the ashes<br>wrapping the great catastrophes<br>Pure, joyful and immortal Darkness and light will eternally<br>follow you in the temple of the new dreams<br>In memory of Shadows` Madame.