Yesterday she heard "Ave Maria"
singed softly in her ears.
Her white conscience had awaken
she remembered what she didn`t dare...

The notes flew softly
carrying the music inside her.
Notes played not by a piano,
but by a phantom-instrument...

White silk dress wrapped around her
so she couldn`t escape...
She thought the corset was suffocating her,
but in fact it was just Love...

Her hands were clenched on the bouquet
under her white gloves.
That stunning flagrance of white lilies
would hunt her forever...

Years of solitude falling apart
with her each step forward.
Loveful eyes spurred her: "Come...
It`s time!"

It had only lasted a second.
After it, she lost her balance: the dream ceased.
Now all there is... is her,
in the white, empty room.

She looked down.
White dress full of glitter...
Arrows goading her womb...
And he hadn`t even scream.

"Come, child" he said,
the one with blue-silver hair...
the Guardian, looking at the sky.
"Come in my world... for you already know Hell"