I found it in a world of heat and sand
Blooming in the parched soil of disillusion
A single bud, sweet and scarlet
Drenched in morning dew
Rarest of treasures in this desolate land
Heartbreaking beauty in a bed of pain
Bending with the winds that sweep the dunes
Not just surviving…
But thriving
And you, my Lady of the Staying Power
You have wandered through the deserts of despair
Withstood the flames of wrath, all undeserving
As they ripped your family from your arms
Then left you alone
Catching poison in the dark
Take a look around at what you’ve come through
Bending, never broken, standing tall
Sigyn, never has another been s
Holding the Bowl 