Sighs linger in an impenetrable mist,

Her eyes stare into the darkness...

which she makes her own.

Time ceases to exist, as if heaven

and earth had cowered in her

presence.

Lyora, Lyora, what elusive phantom

has given you such power...

with eyes as hot as embers,

and lips parted in a consummate

embrace.

So swiftly each moment passes,

for eternity is when you speak.

Forgive each man's desire,

that melds into your footsteps.

Sultry winds follow your raven locks,

flowing with unearthly grace.

And, as a raging sun consumes all

light,

your icy touch extinguishes each heart.