Dark is the night,
Darker the soul,
Fathomless depths,
Stories untold.

Burning fire her eyes convey
Her flaming skin, evident from faraway
I wonder what kind of woman is she,
when she speaks gently as a lady.
She's full of mystery, oh what an irony!

She is a ball of fire,
and has a heart of gold.
She would rescue you in times of...