In the temple's corridor,

I see how a red light flashes,

And covers all over;



Its luminosity distillates a fragrance,

Resembling

A marble god's advent,



And the shadow projected on the floor

Shows

His fulfilled prophecy,

Which is written on air and warmth;



Like a flesh-and-blood spirit that walks

On silver crowns and purple orchids;



My hand is able to grasp a sword of His,

And slash the ether,

To make the sun scream.