She thrusts her hand into the cloud,

a twirling, swirling mass of blue

coalescing into a shroud,

above the pot of magic brew.

A twirling, swirling mass of blue

vapour, seduction in its shade

above the pot of magic brew,

tempts with whispers of magic's Blade.

Vapour seduction, in its shade

beneath new subtle golds and greens,

tempts with whispers of magic's Blade—

the wielder gains the power of Queens.

Beneath new subtle golds and greens,

the promise given. Yes, my friend,

the wielder gains the power of Queens

but have you heard the journey's end?

The promise given, yes. My friend,

a maid may wish to be transformed,

but have you heard? The journey's end

holds danger for the uninformed.

A maid may wish to be transformed:

coalescing into a shroud

holds danger. For the uninformed,

she thrusts her hand into the cloud.