In shadows cast by moonlit streams, Layzie wanders through her dreams, A name so soft, a whisper's grace, In midnight's dance, she leaves no trace. Yet fire ignites in daring eyes, The fierce resolve of hidden skies, A wild woman, bold and bright, Her spirit roars against the night. Though she, a tempest, fierce and free, I sing a song to thee, to thee— Of gentle names and fierce delight, In dreams she reigns, my muse, my light.