| She finds room for wastrels despite the suffering they cause.Oh;her shields are sound;for she is well guarded,yet even she is mortal... Meaningless is her voice if one can not hear,but they who listen;learn to fear. Her blood gives life,while her flesh nourishes it,but take what you will with care;for her forgiveness is harsh,and memory long!... Traveling far,and fast is her notion,being created to do just that;full of motion... Spinning finer than any ballerina;showing her face with each graceful pirouette;hiding her secrets in a special way;Dawning,or dusk...Night from the day... |
