Gravely shone her paling shadow,
in silver whispers of death did her desire portray the beauty,
the brevity of life,
and the briefest moments of love.
The perils of being human-
born to live in this gloom,
and the shadows, the hidden echoes of pain
that cry out to fulfill our doom.
In the haunting beauty of that invisible flame,
she cried,
and on the shores of sweet delirium
she lay, and softly died.
