She knows the spirits well and the bounty that lies across the
It is her home to grasp.
She bleeds her hands that have becomest to so many, she kneeds
The friends are gone, only her dark plant is left.
It holds the secrets she needs and wants, only she can't quite hold
Its leaves are laced with the sweet smell of perfume, and she
She sits upon the cold ground and cries for the ones she loves