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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 nest,
And she stands above the rest.
Shadows hunt; she hunts the shadows,
The moon is risen; she stands below.
She vews her world through the eyes of
others.
Black and white; there are no colors.
As she looks down upon a shattered youth,
A shattered mirror shows a shattered truth.
 Lillium Sadi · Thu Feb 01, 2007 @ 03:27am · 0 Comments |
