In robes of silk and seaweed chains
Halls of patterned darkness fell
Entered in themselves of light
Killing all that she could find

Stripping robes for all they're worth
Ripping chains from patterned walls
Drawing all the light in self
Giving birth to one of death

Holding hands within a line
Throwing light to those who are blind
Steal my soul and set it free
Within the day I die

'Till robes of cloth adorn thy face
And chains of paper try to hold
Darkness seen as bright to eyes
As any mermaid's touch

Raining rocks as hard as sand
Crying tears of glass
Holding cups of cotton lace
Until the music dies

Or kills the sleepless knight
Which the nightingale hath drugged
 

~Jan Brian Vis