She is not hampered by distance nor time
Nor can be snared in the confines of rhyme
Her feelings once lost are never felt twice
Nor can be bought with the world as a price

She is the angel, of glory she sings
She lifts you up on great feathery wings
She is the demon who haunts you at night
She is the archer who cuts short your flight

The dark of her shadow cannot be killed
The vacuum she leaves can never be filled
Fires left burning go ever unquenched
A bleeding inside that never relents

Despite her cruelty, we summon her still
And for time eternal, we always will