Back in time she calls to me, the lady by the lake "Come back to me" she calls out loud, A rasping sound she makes

Go forth in time and find this girl with hair of flaming red

For she be of ancient heritage descended from the old

And we need more of her children, strong and fit and bold

Her skin is milk in action, flowing, shining very white

Graceful as the panther silently, stalking through the night

The dark of night surrounds her,
embracing her and cloaked

Allowing this, Our Ciara, to move round other folk

She is a key to puzzles, unlocking every door, she seeks out all there is to learn

Then drifts and pleads for more

A talent she is psychic, she tuits all the time, her words are read, her songs are sung, and legends she will bind