It was there in the winter, bleak and quite bitter
My maiden of Lena rested her heart
From her star studded hair to her very skin fair
Her purple eyes seek another restart
Under branches of Saturn she weaved soft her cavern
My maiden of Lena conceived fresh nights
Where the seas send their tide and no gravity abides
Her clasping hands captured faerie lights
Oh, humility endure, for her soul was too pure
My maiden of Lena tempted the beasts
Tragedy to cure! Must the Seraphs be too sure?
Her tiring legs carried her to the feast
Now lay she serene mourned in rosemary and naphthalene
My maiden of Lena sings lullabies
Her rested heart glows a feverish sheen, gone my innocent queen
Her fading lips whispered a lost goodbye.