She exploded into my world,
A flame burning her way into the wildest hearts we hid
Now she embodies my world
And my children call her mama as they pull her copper curls

She was a copper typhoon,
Shattering the order to grow chaos in her wake with one wave of the hand
Now she jingles with each step
And my servants await her chosen moment to collect their pay

She was power
She is power
And she was my destiny
Destiny. How fitting.