A clear sound rings through the air. Chiming from translucent walls, To and through the barriers of thought. Conjuring images of an ethereal smiles, Manifesting a song from a frequency of harmony. Content within a crystalline cocoon, She will burst forth an image of womanhood, Transforming with the magic of birth.

She wears pearls, Reflecting the lustre of the deep. The depths that cannot be fathomed, The currents and secrets of the ocean, From whence wells the loves of the Mother. All this I see, hypnotized by her pearls.

Long, dark hair Burned black by the fire in her soul. She lights a conflagration of desire in the emotions of men. Smoke lingers in her wake, Cinders cover her shoulders. Granddaughter to Prometheus, she brings light. But beware, for her anger brings disaster, Complex and untamed like the flames that cast out darkness from humanity.