The moon is full, the clouds give way,
Its silver beams through branches stray.
The hourglass drains, the sand runs thin,
The time has come — let fate begin.
Hear my voice, the whisper of fate,
I know what comes — it will not wait.
The cycle turns, you can't deny,
Yet we shall choose tо live or die.
The fifth house burns with solar might,
The Lion stirs, prepared to fight.
But she stood fearless, met his stare,
And tamed the beast with silent care. ...