Like she owns the wind
And the stars that hide their face
In the brilliance of the sun.
Even when dark takes over
Rips away, her cloak of fervour.
She waits for the moon
To lure the waves
Stands soulless, over the cliffs.
And when you look away
She drops her mask
And she silently, falls.
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