CONCHITA
In this heart of darkness lives
Your true woman’s seed.
Divine and pure, blissful and bright
And for this seed ever must your heart fight.
A woman’s ancient destiny is decreed
Again in your heroic soul
And through your bitterness and pain
You must forge a new gateway,
A great path of light to cleave
All women’s night.
For long after in you is quenched
The sad and mysterious mortal flame,
Women will sing of your pure spirit
And revere your precious name.