A maiden chast and pure and fair
With eyes of blue and raven hair
The blush of youth, upon her cheek
Her skin as pale as moonlight weak
Her body held with noble grace
Mysterious beauty defines her face
Her earlobes fall like drops of dew
Her lips as full as rosebuds new.
Her breasts like hills so holy rise
There is firmness and shadow in the form of her thighs
Here beckons an an innocence, no lust can be seen
To open the secrets of her deep ravine.
Ah, the Master requires her
Yes, the Master desires her
And at all costs his needs must be met
I shall seek till I find her
So the Master can bind her
Before me this task of Promise is set.