Beauty, Strength, and fire, Those three things do not define her, She is from the wonderful works of our designer, Be careful, for she is a fighter, And she will get, Whatever she desire.
Look at me, I see your demons, dancing in your eyes, The pain in them, as clear as the skies, I understand them fine, So I'll dance with your demons, if you'll dance with mine.
When the moon soars abloom, The God rests the doom, Like a hand that guides a spoon, Moon that nests alone fresh and unborn, Slithers its way, The purest ache of yearning's sway, As the cloud take heed and veil it away.