The power was too strong for her to handle
She felt weak when the hand began to strangle
And so she fell into a deep sleep
It was this particular hand she seeked
One last look on the dancing fingers
She closed her eyes, senses as the boy lingers
And so she felt her necklace glowing
She knew that the wolves were showing
Slowly the wolves starting howling
Her inner battlecry was rousing
And so she felt the revival rising
Opened her eyes, still fighting