She
walks in beauty, like the night. Embedded in dark and the passion that comes
with it
Few
have seen her true nature, those who have now lingers on the brink of the abyss
With
open arms she embraces the wild and unknown, with a smile she accepts her fate
Keep
on moving mountain, shifting the seas with your hands
Walk
the dark side of the sun, long seeking fingers touching the flames
White
as fresh alpine snow is her skin, long and dark is her hair, flowing like a
winter breeze from the North
Ω
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