1. She is a companion to us, yet so feral,
Her gaze wanders into the darkness,

2. Strutting about, wrapped snug in her cloak,
Her brilliant silver stained with mud,

3. Slim of figure, yet robust in built,
A doe dancing through the dark night,

4. Songs ringing from behind fluttering curtains,
Of figures swaying and bending low,

5. Her voice sang clearly sans trills,
She pulled the strings, sans a plectrum,

6. Her neck wore collars, dark as night,
That shifted darkness into light.