A mistress of mystery,
To help go through what will be history.
The stars and the moon shine,
For her to bring something divine.

She sees the signs and counts,
What the days and love amounts.
It has slowed, with that comes the dull,
Waiting the hope is, it is not null.

The past has proven,
What is to be woven.
So something great will come,
For her, finally more than a crumb.