Analysis of Lupa

Running under the three moons
Her world is feral, it's her hunting ground
The moon is full
She sings softly with the children of the night
What music they indeed make
The river moves swiftly
Down in the darkness
She rose to the light
Queen of the woods
She shone brightly
Her porcelain skin radiates like a 1000 diamonds
They bow down to her grace
Slept for seven days & seven nights
Her kingdom growing rapidly
Two twins crying loudly
The world was never ready
All her ways paved
To where they will Rome.