Her mind is trapped as a bird in a golden cage in a neutral grey room*
 But while the others are content to hold their bars as shields, against my open asymmetry

 She dives beneath the surface of what things are supposed to be,
 where thoughts avoid the rest.
 Lay down the Earth, lay down the sky

 Elishanth mistress of the wind
 Ring the bell and the winter will spring
 Elishanth

 Learned to expect the fall. No attempt to break the spell
 Sad is the woman of the rings and I can cease her pain.

 Ride on your silver horse to the deserts of the moon
 Sing to the hunting wolves and fullfill your everlasting need for...

 Pretend, that nothing can change and the next thing
 that you'll claim is that you did your best.
 There is a voice heard only from the heart.
 When she is ignored her cry is sadness.

 Elishanth mistress of the wind
 Ring the bell and the winter will spring
 Elishanth