Come hither my dear

Into my space

Stored of great

Of power and grace

I'll free thou 

From a hurting moan

Sick of world

Of the evil unknown

'Twas my duty

To keep you discrete

No fallen moons

Or a shallow beat

A meet which will make us one

Petrfied?-ha! Invisible

I know for I am the true one

I understand thee

It shall be for you

Sweet charms I'll bless

To keep you through