Locked within the asylum of her mind
She wanders the vast fields of celestial space
Ribbons and Jewels wrapped around her neck
With two coins in her hand to buy a stairway to sanity

An outcast of sorts with her spider silk hair
Eyes of knowledge, Whispering words to all who ask
Running caged with her black cats and voodoo dolls
She is a house of tarot cards blowing in the wind

She searches for normalcy yet she is a gypsy
Dancing in her fire light, weaving magic with every move
Knowing your future yet not her own,
Entertaining a crowd lost in her own insanity

A two coin way out is all I'm asking for.