Her Sleep

While ember raised

Her soul was chased

By hate and fear

Black friend was near

A faded flower

Pointed the hour

Like blood the air

Where is the way?

Her place to stay

She lost the hold

And lift got cold

As a raven flew

And silence grew

The ash-tree cried

And then she died

In darkest age

In smallest cage

She wrote this line:

The world is mine