She walks the Streets with quiet grace
Eyes of green and lips so red
Enchanting all who dare to glance
Head from toe she owns them all
Mired in a witch's trance
They feed her oaths and dreams galore
To move tall mountains and much more
Boasting prowess, they'll take her on
Journeys through the clouds they'll soar.
Forget all worries, fret no more
The prince that has long been foretold
Who seemed none but a tale of old
Arrives alas, in all his glory
Remolds the very ground she tread
To grant your wishes and share your bed.
O