Wild and lovely in the night
eyes on fire burning bright.
What power unseen created her
to walk among the mortals here

In what volcano's burning pyre
did her maker find her raging fire
the flames that glow deep inside
the light within her shining eyes

What powers beyond this land
exist inside his mighty hands.
With softness sweet feminine beguile
What mortal hand dare touch such style

Falling deep into her Wicca light
her skin so soft and winter white
when heavens chorus filled his ears
When his creation brought him tears

Were tears from the beauty he did see
when with his hands he created thee