In the moonlight she smiles
But there's no joy in her heart.
Inside a peaceful shell
A soul is falling  apart.
Veiled  with darkest shadows
So tender is her cry.
At cold and lonely nights
Her last hopes slowly die.
A sweet river of tears,
Dolorous, choking restrain,
Eyes of martyred angels
Spill her beautiful pain.
I can ear her elegy
Like the sirens' lure.
Her elysian wailing
So sacred, yet, impure.
And when she shuts her eyes
Reality's still real.
There lies her beautiful pain
For her to ache, for me to feel.


To Lena