She cries tears of silvery white,
round pearls as white as snow.
To find them you must go
where no one has ever known,
where moon-like jellyfish fly,
where star-like plants grow.

In her crown of pearls,
clutching her gown of mist,
she weeps by a silent pond,
keeping secrets none will owe.

But beware, seeker, beware,
her tears come with a price,
one you soon shall know.