To believe that the arcane walk among us
May seem foolish to some...

Her footsteps are already worn
Into the ground that leads away...

Night cascades over the horizon,
Elegantly reclaiming its throne...

She is like the northern lights -
Fluidly extravagant amongst chaotic beauty...

How does one ignore
The urge to take her hand...

The wind swirls around me,
Leaves raining down while the cyclone whispers...

The cobblestone ground
Wavered more than me...

Embrace my soul as spring showers
Quench the thirst of budding life...

As night overtakes the sky,
She stares into the darkness...

A canvas simply can not capture
The beauty of her rebirth...

Listen to the beat of the drums
That echo seductively as she dances...

A caged bird sings soft
Her lonesome call echoes through...