Red azure sky wanton her fresh spirits,
from already hollow circle that looms large,
dark beneath eyes guide into oblivion,
fresh spark shy to transcend up heights alternatively.
Reclusive soul tepidly crosses a line,
where its last prey seen left a jungle wolf,
reemerged reformed inkling among defenders,
without direction, nonchalantly revoked limits.
Both under moon and stars guiding phenomenally,
with distinct mildness and of provoked gushes,
takes her into a ride of heaven back home,
a different one, with head not high but balanced.