The Genie is out of the bottle!

From long-lost ages of captivity
Of camouflaged paradise
Of piercing blues

The era of  freedom, as she whims into
With a soul mildly intoxicated
And eyes softly moistened

For the winds of ecstasy
Of reality, of calming madness
Gust pass the Lady from all corners

Answering to no law
but to her own
Merciless, more than ever

Compassionate yet as she is

With her soul and her body

For life, for death
After all those years
Genie is out of the bottle!