A harbored heart in worlds torn apart,
angelic she stands amongst daemons,
and the warm whispers of her art
entwines creation in starshine spark,
leisurely spinning dreams of love and freedom,
for heavens move naught and time comes to halt
when embraced by her presence like rain ending drought,
to kneel is praise not enough
for to gaze her upon you come to know
a godess amongst you walk.