Neieve

Now her life is her own; she breathes.
At last, without hindrance, her eyes can see.
She is born from the flesh of the one who precedes,
and immaculately conceived.

The vices of all the foolish free
remained with the First, the unholy Beast.
No lie her lips shall ever speak.
No original sin. No grief.

Her mother, her sister, her twin concede
this virgin birth; a crop without seed.
May the doubtful hearts be made believe
in the second Nei, this second Eve.