Minerva

And if you travel to distant lands

Forgetting Albion and her pearls of sand

For Burmese nights

Surrounding crimson bells

For the forest speaks

And wisdom tells

And if she speaks ambrosia

Into your ears

Delighting and extinguishing your fears

And if fire engulfs your broken soul

And twists your black heart back to gold

And if your sisters words of worlds

renewed

grips the morning forest dew

And if she blazes like

A tempest of tears

and waters heaven

With Minerva's spears

When Music's plays

Remember her name

Perhaps your sisters here

Your two souls the same