She could no longer see a sunrise,
the clouds covered all the light.
The moon's glimmers
didn't reflect in her eyes.
She lost all her inner light,
ç there was no precise metal
to reflect upon her.
The agonizing passing was
çwith the strong stormy nights.
So, day by day, there's
no more strength to go on.
Thistles and thorns
hindered free walking.
The desolate desert
possessed her entire diadem.
So it was unbearable ´
without the ability to change.
What will she do?
Can something be changed?
No, there's no more future.
Without him, there's nothing more.
Here is death, and this is how I am
deep in the earth where worms and
earthworms roam, and so there's no
more pain in the skin and the hands.
