...The bright webs spun of gold capture white magic tinged with a dark glow

For all who dance have caught her eye

...She who lies on white lily petals and drinks magic of all sorts

This human oddity created by evil and yet was blessed by God

...It is she who commands men to war and children to eternal servitude in her kingdom

A land that stays forever green and alive and yet manages to project the death in life

...O’ how she must weep this queen of majestic splendor

For like all those who suffer and cause pain

...She to must cry tears of pure fire within here glossy castle of shame