they say this sage will help her come out.
the red smoke will bring her presence.
she dances in the woods ,
and you can only catch a glimpse of her.
her blonde hair flows like a river over rocks,
skin pale as the moon,
she moves so swiftly that she could be right behind you and youd have no idea.
you hear her voice singing her song.
"at break of dawn when theres barely any sun,
come to me my sad one. there was a little toolshed where he made us suffer. he sees everything, and were his forever. my body is the art of Lucifer.  so come to me my sad one. "
she repeats the song about 3 times but on the third you hear someone with her.
when the sage clears up its like nothing happened.

Words spoken silent, ears heard hollow
rustle the leaves, bury your sorrow
my dirt laid under your nails, whilst your hands stayed clean
for you played the deviser and keeper of dreams
time may pass, dragging with it with now and then
but remember
with what measures you mete, shall be measured to you again