To the girl-child woman with naïve eyes, the mother baptised by the curious
Virginity lost, controlled by the weak, constrained by the ignorant loveless.
The blossoming orchid abloom in the sands made desolate by rains that are few
Dancing her fragrant perfumes to the faces that partake then destroy and continue.

To the ambitious in heart who strives for acceptance by those who are meant to control her.
The foes without faces at work and at home, her masters command her, defile her.
The divine aphrodite, the giver of love, whose actions are judged by the guiltless.
Restored into slavery, reborn into bondage, to serve all the blameless and loveless.

To the adulteress of truth prejudged by the damned and pursued by the unending prejudice
By the blind that are bound with the cordlike disease, unanimous in ignorant bliss.
The forlorn who are lead by the leaders of men with passionless wills as their guide
Dictate to the few who ride here now with you alongside her adamant stride.

To the agate encased in the most precious of gems that crush under heavy demise
Wrapped up in the robes of deceit and damnation where few ever chance to arise.
The vulnerable few who in anguish continue by maddening scars of the mind
Take heed of her words console in her eyes, your sanity shall she one day find.

To all the pathetic, the pitiful wretches convinced of the unjust reality
To all I have mentioned and all I have not take strength in the eventuality
A day will forth come when the mirror of souls will appear in her moment of brevity
Exacting revenge by revealing the wrong and hence un-blind you from your captivity.