Next came she of the darkened skin
The Lady with a Demon buried within
The Demon with a tongue quick as a whip
So cruel and foul with malicious wit
Bound on wheels she was pulled across
The threshold as she turned and tossed
Cursing her captors in a satirical tongue
Such hatred and ire in the song 'twas sung
But there was another, gentler side
To which the Prisoner's heart was tied
He came to her as a moth to a flame
With love in his voice as he sang her name
But the dark half hated one and all
And refused to answer the Prisoner's call
Instead she made life a living hell
For Prisoner and Captor in whose world she fell
But the Captor made her see the truth
And both sides of her, kind and uncouth
Became as one in harmony
A single person again was she
She loved and learned from her captors then
And always would her help she lend
Now they three were finally drawn
And friendship blossomed as they walked along