coming into the blazing chamber
I am reviewing myself in the flames of black art
I can hear the plaintively singing of an unknown song of the night
I am divina into the mirrors overfull
with the dark of secrets
I find traces of past decades
I don`t want the sun
the night is eternal in me
like the storms of waterfalls
I am in the flames of black art
my heart didn`t stop beating
and my breast isn`t icy
but my thoughts are covered with the dark
and my heart has attired the black
where the night spreads to out the earth
I will go there looking for the night
in the flames of black art