She bought a coat of deepest softest blue

To cover her mortal frame from the wetness of the dew.

It rippled down like many muscles on her body

Like blue clouds in a sky so full and bonny

Keeping her free from the chill of the night

And dry as she walked home to imbibe the light

Of her majestic abode so rich and rare

Where many people would stop and stare

At colours and the myriad of the deepest blues

The fascination of the multitude of hues

That inhabit the skies where she looks up

For the promised Black King will come back up

To claim His true and lasting lover

And she her true beloved forever cover

The robe of the deepest blue

Royalty is ever her opinion due

Keep her warm until the day

When the Thin White Queen will fly away…