Nahemah

In the forest
Where the green and sinister
Luxuriance
Engulfs the rays of light
And climbing plants
Scale the walls of fortresses
Raced by the pass of centuries
The old trunks remain inmutable
Since the vassals
Rendered hoamge to their lords
During that misterious hour
Where the frontiers
Between night and day hides
I found a neat and luminous presence
Of sad feminine beauty
Postrated on a huge stone
Near a lake of eternal waters
Where the souls sail and sink
A cold and petreous tear
Stands within is lime