Zaevia, The Mantra Magnifique

Bless her with mystery
O, elegant wing-beating dancer
Lingual desserts, her rhapsodical calligraphy
Never shouldn't she be wiser

Shroud her in shadows,
The pounding monsters never cease
To touch upon the spirit's clad bows
To feel subtle expression is her tease

Guard her with melody
Fruitless tries don't embezzle her heart
The fragrant symphony does not fill the belly
Hypnotism only kills the masked start