Amidst a sea of wights,
A soul doth so dwell,
A queen of delights,
An ebon belle.
There's beauty, there's this!
A lily among the cacti,
A wild melody, a bliss,
A star in a dark sky.
Her voice could retard death,
Her gaze could still crowds.
And her perfumed breath,
Could dispel clouds.
The sun is under her shadow,
Heaven and stars are hers,
Her grandeur, her glow,
Fades e'en the stars.
And so shall writers write,
And so shall singers sing,
And so shall men fight,
For love, for a fling.
With an ebon belle.