A refuse
from a silver phial
Put her
faith
Into the
moon and stars
Said she
had a mind
That slept
inside tomorrow
And time
could only
Heal its
scars
She was
fire
On the
borderline
The lion
in the
Fall of
roles
Said she
saw the sword
Of sorrow
sunken
In the
sand of searching souls
Sleeping
in the master's room
Seeing
through his eyes for gain
Keeping
by his side
Not to
be a victim
Falling
in the darkened rain
She was
taken
From a
cruel storm
The refuse
from a silver phial
Took her
magic master's words
And sung
And made
his lower self worth while
