Isis Calling

Far from a terrorist she is my bliss
The ephemeral essence behind physical lists
She twists and turns around every shape
Making magic in her wake
Loosening rules with a tempestuous smile
There is so much of her covered by guile
But I've seen through her tricks
At least once before
And of only one thing can I be sure
That she needs me as much as I need her
For what use is a world
Without an observer?