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 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 the shattered youth.
A shattered mirror shows a shattered truth.
Her heart cold as winter but, her sprit strong as stone and no one can get threw but for someone to touch her in way that one true person can
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