When the midnight clock rings it's bells,
A Siren dwelling within her soul, will arise,
With her lyrical lullaby, ready to entwined
The Aurora in the sky, to lure out the Muse,
To catch the Sandman's golden dust,
Then to tiptoe down the starry stairwell,
To throw the vale of sleep over a girl
Who mind's wide awake, weaving words
Into these late hours.
