Indoors, a Siren snores.
Ideas between her ears
Congeal. A world's revealed.

She conjures shores. Themes war.
Cheer sears her fears. No tears.
The pain she feels is healed.

Ignored behind her door,
She steers to goals unclear.
Dreams sealed in song and steel.

FIN

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Lupar, in the year 470 AF.