In the drape of red

In the shadow of the lashes of her eye

the strife between the truth and a lie

To win over the evil

And ignite the flame of passion and will.

With the flow of her long hair

She rinses the sins in the chalice of prayer

She empathises with those perturbed 

She absorbs their pain, her wings, 

around lay curbed.

With six feet of red draping around

The golden borders sparkling her strength

unbound,

Towards the pivot of her chariot

she sails others along,

Thumping their vocal cords to sing out

a passionate song.

Nonetheless, with her hands multiple,

She irons the crumbled hopes surreal

To win over the evil 

And ignite the flame of passion and will.