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