You shan't ignore
This voice of yore
That comes from time
All space and rhyme
To beckon you
Her will to do
She shall command
With forceful hand
An air of height
Above the fight
Of human fools
Locked in fool duels
She will forget
That weak weak threat
Of retribution
Execution
Ignorance her
Best shield mirror
Forget your life
It's hers for strife
