She was made of the darkness, breathed into life by light;
Running into the fire, emerging with ice;
She moved with the wind, with the oceans at her feet;
The Sun her left eye, the Moon her right,
Mighty Jupiter the power of her might;
She roared into the Cosmos and created
She closed her eyes and let the world die;
She opened her eyes and let herself live;
Basking in the blood of all that They destroyed.
She ran into the night, to bring back the Dawn,
ran into the daylight, to save the Dusk;
She roared with satisfaction, the Savior Soul;
Then crawled back into the darkness,
The Butterfly in her Cocoon.