a grace abounding in the crevices of her healing heart, a stretch towards the stars that burst into performances of nebulas and glorious mists that left the remaining sorrows buried with the worms. 

grasping onto the blanket's edge of life and spitting upon the trampled death, oh how powerful she became when her eyes awoke from her foolish mortal slumber.

she was once a labyrinth that swallowed joy before it could be known to her earthly soul, but with eyes awake from her sleep, 

she became a field, a plentiful meadow lavish with fruits and abundance none can describe with mere words, a rich pasture overwhelmed with prosperity and victory, milk and honey, roses and bluebells, hyacinths and triumph.

oh how strong she became when her eyes awoke from her foolish mortal slumber.