Oh my Two loving souls tore death Coldly apart Madness and grief slowly Ate at his heart Conjured up evil By rituals they were called But her cold steel Averted the fate of them all Ties were broken as she went High where the Adepti lived Bound her soul with a red thread As time passed peacefully The crane returned to her home Shrouds and dust was all she found All ties to the mortals Seemed gone Thus does the Divine Damsel's tale duly end But today a new tale I have to append Which I shall now tell - if you shall attend From the world she seems apart She finds those who know her heart With crimson spear and flashing brand To face raging tides they stand The crane soon returned And once, she was spurned She turned, and left alone Now she might be found With friends all around! To whom she is bound - a home