She's a notorious liar
You will never see her weep
Just the creatures she made up -or found in a book ;
                                                  they got to know a bit .

                            Creatures' of every kind but yours ;

               'They say her rage was the fire that forged
And the darkness made it glow with allure
Shifting, changing, throbbing ;

They found her virtues were too severe '
For your corrupted times to bear ;
Yet her zeal was sometimes' indiscreet .

Turn, to the next stanza :
Don’t fall asleep inside the book ;
                                               you might cease to exist .

And the beast retreats ;

                                     to kiss the remnants of her joy
                                                                ­  sweet dreams .