To the untuned melodies, messed up chords.

To the untuned melodies, 

messed up chords;

she danced down the clouds, 

into the valley of swords.

Her bravery indulged with the mighty might,

and strength drenched so stunningly bright;

she danced down the clouds,

veiling the grace of her thoughts,

far away, from the worldly knots.

Into the creeps of the alien abode so dark,

where happiness just requires a tempting remark,

where love, is not more than a harassing lark,

where the beauty of all, does not need a mark,

she had danced down the clouds,

deaf now; as she'd pledged,

that she did not want a hark.

To the untuned melodies,

messed up chords;

she danced down the clouds.

Calling aloud; back to her lord.