Theia

Theia (Theia)
Theia

Theia!

Theia the dreamer’s a dancer in dim
A woman of winsome who worships her whim
As keen as a keel, hard as steel
She talks as fast as a spinning wheel
And walks as heaven holds her helm
But always keeps one heel in hell
Our Theia!

If see her, ask yourself
Oh, you usurper, you usurper
If you catch her, ask yourself
Do you deserve her? You deserve her

In the night she may caw, she may cry
But only as soft as the feline by her side

Ahh (Theia)
Theia

Theia!