| Cold as winter, strong as stone; She faced the darkness all alone. A silver goddess; a reflection. A mirage; a recollection. No return; no turning back. The past is gone, the future black. Serpents gather in their nests, And she stands above the rest. Shadows hunt; she hunts the shadow. The moon is risen; she stands below. She views the world through the eyes of others. Black and white; there are no colors, As she looks down upon shattered youth. A shattered mirror shows shattered truth. -Amelia Atwater-Rhodes |
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