From ashes she has risen,
To sing nocturnal songs.
A dark and ghastly vision
To those that did her wrong.
Her body in the shallows;
Her spirit free to roam.
She slips into the shadows
And finds her way back home.
To speak of violent purpose,
To think of mortal pain,
Can only scratch the surface
Of this, her earthly reign.
And in this path of vengeance
Her wrath will never cease,
Until they pay their penance;
Then she can rest in peace.
Joseph VanBuren 