Two people waiting for the right time.

Four walls encloses their secrets.

Six pillows beholds their sin.

Eight candles passionately illuminates their thrill.

The shadows of the night, hide them.

The light of the Moon, connects them.

The howl of the wolves, warns them.

The second hoot of the owl, ends their lives.

The thunder penetrates one.

The lightning beheaded the other.

The sun comes up and the crows just linger.

Then, the roar of thunder penetrates the desperate husband's capitulum.