Hour VI The Priestess 

Who would avenge this fiery love? —
That eats away the stars
Who would cure this burning shove? —
And still name you duende

The only difference between me and the sea gods
Is that I drown in every blessing,
And mourn every ache, diving and confessing
Into your silver-lit Yemanjá ocean.

The seashell burns amber in your hand,
It binds our fate with vows and flame above.
I’m a priestess of secrets you will seek to uncover,
The cosmic curves you will stay to discover.

The endless void of losing me will haunt your dreams.

And in this eternal conjura,

I release all guilt in the water streams.