Does she dance in places, where
Never shall she find a home ?
Along ones of concrete woods
Or those who fear the unknown,
The things no one can explain.
She's fairer in Sylvan lands,
Or towers of rock and snow.
Subterranean gates are
Sweeter places for her tread.
Her eternal ways are not
For us, the ephemeral.
Her life, apart from mortals,
In worlds of her own design.
