When days are dark and winds snatch leaves away, When nights fill up my house with the grief, When sails are severed and the fierce waves Drown down my ship and lead me to believe That my nightmares aren’t just my dreams But life of mine, and there is no room For my escape, and sink in sand my screams – The silent screams of pain in the gloom; When looking glass reflects instead of me The haggish phantom with the empty eyes – The Muse of Mort - Thanatos’s amie, Who grants his concupiscence days and nights, That what it takes for woman to survive - The endless martyrdom of humble pie.