Lady of the lake laughing with such grace
understanding knowledge from great Merlin,
In her wrath lusting greedily she must face
envy, pride, gluttony, sloth and other sin.
Lightning in her touch giving in to forms
she thought her loneliness would somehow flee.
Scared of ghost, she sought shelter from the storms
Running from malevolent forces so free.
Living long in the light chills of the sea waves
Communicating her mystical screams.
Stunning their hearts selflessly she saves
men like a goddess, or so it always seems.
For goodness sake to fight her would not be right,
Snow sometimes melts in the forgiving light.
