In The Light of the Ladies Reed.

Upon the wicked souls that tread, upon the dreams inspired, by ships that sailed upon the seas, that stronger types desired. In faith upon the rising sun, in moonlight of our peers, we stand to look above our fortunes farther than our fears. Inside connections of the heart, reflections are inquired, upon the knowing hands of grace, the sands of time are sired. In spirit of the passing shadows hung before the truth, the answers go on waiting in the cauldron of our proof. Bless the ladies three fold lights, that dawn upon our needs, to be so ever humble, in the whirl wind of the trees, karma will return in privilege, darkness will rebel, upon the living terms we face, in words upon her spell.