Mistress of the cliffs
With eyes like lighting
And the rolling thunderous waves crashing down
Just beneath her fingertips

She is *Demelza*
The Goddess of solidarity and steadfastness

The epitome of emphasis
And the truth behind every last belmaidens wish 

Which is of course… 
To return to the fields of idleness
Of former youth 

To thresh the wheat and kick the chaff
And to walk the surface of the earth 
With a joy forgetting the hardships
And the toils of the fast 
 
And so each day
She trudges her way 
Though the dark and dull abyss
Until she reaches her new task
And sets herself to another height 
For she was born to be mistress of the cliffs