Magical hands draw it in silver With charcoal in a form of a sliver She's made with no preconceptions No fake images in her receptions She is not cruel!, only truthful In such Image, is she useful?! To leave her shades of magic On bricks where buried her tragic Then meditates on the opposite wall So come with a good will or not at all
Her smiles such a mysterious veil With gleaming lips as the deep dale And a swift touch so soft and frail The magic brighten & rays prevail While she held the majestic grail She took a sip with her flowry tail While the water floods the red sail The hearts bowed down to hail