I dream a strange lady asleep here beside me.
Content in my arms, she casts flames out to sea.
She believes in the Truth, in Knowledge and Justice.
Her language is Truth. She believes in me.

Once haunted by passions of other fair women,
of women whose wants were embodied in me,
I hear her strange language laugh at all that madness
in magic and music asleep next to me.

So dreams a strange lady, asleep here beside me.
Content in my arms, she awakes next to me.
She believes in the Truth, in herself, and our freedom
Her language is Truth. She believes in me.


--XineAnn