The end
the rug is woven
by the dark woman
it has colours of the
mystic colours
of the rainbow
inside the teepee,
she sits, weaving
and the smoke rises
from the fire.
Her face is dark
and there are no eyes.
The stars outside
are plenty.
The smoke rises
and the woman
rises and stops weaving
and her black form
becomes human.
The sky is filled with
starsigns and
Lucífer dwells here,
and on the heaven,
the raven flies,
and the deer antler
is on the shamans head.
Cry of Prometheus
echoes through the darkness
and dying Orpheus remembers
the days of his lyre ´playing so that
the nymphs heard it and made sweet moan.