Leela

I've heard there is a one eyed Goddess. More elusive than the Ignas Fatuus. A violet cloud of Will o'the Wisp, with one great eye and two red lips. Looking for the perfect time To grasp her heart and make it thine. But beware her boots and her heart. Both, severe pain, can impart. Look for that one, special thing. That'll Make her laugh, make her sing. You find it but she will not see. That one great eye wasn't looking at thee. Perhaps there is special fate. Two thousand years, not long to wait. A lavender sylph, to embrace. Find love here, or deep in space.