Penelope - Gothica

Fluid is the night which I plunge in

Coloured by the sunset, enlightened by the moon

I weave weft of dreams

Erasing them with reality

I wait for Death

That will come from the sea

I grow flowers watering them

With blood and I destroy them

With the look of someone who has seen

And knows too much

They read a world in me

In me they perceive the dream

Roads of sea, houses of clouds

I weave, and my thread is Death