Where are you Sleeping Tonight?

                        WHERE ARE YOU SLEEPING TONIGHT?

                     Where are you sleeping tonight, my sister?
                      Beloved, quicksilver sister.
                      Lovely and russet haired.
                      White, long-fingered hands that make
                       magic with a brush and canvas.
                       You are delicate and refined
                       and there are those
                       who take this for weakness.

                        But in you there is fiery steel,
                        forged in that man-furnace,
                         you cannot break that were made of fire,
                         to breathe fire.
                         But you can burn, so bright the sun is
                         dimmed.
                          So bright that there is nothing left
                          but heat and the delicate china
                          that is you.

                           Where are you sleeping tonight
                           out in the wide, wicked world?