Morena in the night

Your long dark and dead morena 

Your wishbone heart with six senses 

The wheel still spins its misfortune 

These pagan nights which were the making of me 

One that hides and one that sees in the dark 

Diamond eyes and hidden in my body each one

These pagan nights, these pagan nights 

Mysterious fuel this passion that drives me 

And when they marked me for death 

I drove it still into the deep place  



◄ The mother of nine

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