She was made of unspoken pain
Her blood was pouring rain
Silent chase of eternal rage
She was made… Of much more than wind and dust
In darkness, she can trust
Never the less she aches from love
A lonesome writer with a wounded soul
Of sphere dusk and crystal dawn she was made
Over the afternoon she fades
Out of unspeakable wonders she created
Never daring to misbehave
She uses the stars for her passion to engrave…
