Night of fireflies

In the night of the fireflies,

The coyote howls at the moon

Close to the cliff seen in the distance

Where the wind and the water live in conflict.

Where the beams of light do not reach

Inside the moldy cavern

The songs of the sirens are heard,

Under the wells of crystal clear water.

Where there was no hope

Life was born from nothing

United in a song of glory with death

Dressed in gold and silver.

In the night of the fireflies,

Pheromones made melodies in the air

Achieving what no one could

Unite two distant worlds.

On that night ... in any second

The moon abandoned the stars

To be next to the faithful coyote

Silencing his voice in the cave,

Making faithful love.

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