Like A she-wolf she would hunt the only way she knew how.
She dropped expensive glasses and precious stones,  and danced on the shards and bled upon the floor, she was strange.

She rode tall horses and called them giraffes. She would smile, and the finest ladies would come to envy her charm.

She sat with slaves, she kissed their cheeks. She called them friends, though they weren't hers to keep. She hated the money, she wanted the deep. Late at night, she would party till the dawn. In the morning sunshine is where she liked to sleep. She was daughter of the rain &snow; - She was daughter of the steep.