Save me from the dark of day

Before my heart does die away.

A man who lives for the bound

I need that man to keep me found.

The earth does quake

And yet I not shake

For who but me will bring the dawn?

Who but me will be the black swan?

Prove to me, mine own dear part

That I am not the hunted hart.

Need not I your soft spoken words

At times they are not better than the singing ofbirds.

Prove to me valorous Rider

That you are more than justa hidden spider.

Foras long asI am a woman of action

You best not assume you are to my satisfaction.