The room is dark,
Lit only by the embers
Of a dying fire
The young maiden
Lifts her gaze
From the soil she lies on
To the thatched roof
That protects her
For there, she sees
A glimmer of light
Guidance she feels
Provided by the one with the power
It was in reality
A tear in her cover
That startled her ponder
With the rays of the day
But when guidance was needed
Guidance she saw
Refusing to accept
That it was she who gave herself
The guidance she required
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