Virgins and mirrors

They hide in caves
Mild maidens, almost childish
Along with wolves
With inexhaustible lust
Always attracted in a trap
By a spirit
Of any dead seeking death
Through a suicide
They broke all mirrors
Self-destruction images
Found release in solitude
Like a soul
Finding shelter
In a hallucinatory fight
Now they live a continuous peace
Sleeping beauties
Ina sleeping forest
Found light
After so many walkings
In shadows