Wizard, you fill the empty skies.
Beneath a glowing moon she in stillness lies,
waiting for the magic word
from the wizard's lips
to be whispered,
to be heard.

Wizard, you fill the empty air.
In the moonlight shadow
she senses your kiss
in her night black hair,
waiting for the rage in the wizard's eyes,
that will sweep away the ground
where she so peacefully lies.

Wizard, you fill the flooding rivers.
Under the freezing surface
she waits and shivers.