An Oracle is within my heart
Concerning the midnight fiesta,
When the moon and the stars
Light a candle on my path .
This is the oracle that was brought down,
By the tales of the tears of the crying Widow's ,
As their starved voice singing the song of Willow ,
To calls the chariot of Israel down.
This is the oracle of how men's
Dress in the garment of night,
To perpetuate their evil might,
And set fire on our path, our hem.
A fire set in the night,
When the bereaved were still sleeping,
And the wound is still healing ,
With a grip, our soul is brought down from the height.