The Widow Paris

After the slaughter

She walked on the water

It happened time and time again

Just as a daughter

All but just forgot her

How she moved the saints to sin

Time and time again

Witness, a warning

The day is all but dawning

You can hear it, when she moans

Tinctures, potions

To invoke devotion

Mark this alter at your stone

So you find your way home

Paint this painful

Life of shadows