She travels the city's valley
(Cliff-like towers lighting her night walk)
She is the starlight of forgotten alley
reflecting the desires of men.

draped like perfection's lace
she is woven to wanting frame
Empty kisses torment hr nameless face
Her body is the harbor of invasion.

Alone in the mourning, she fades with the moon,
stretches her soul to be washed clean,
hides her body in the cloak of day,
and calls herself the Virgin of Noontime Square.