• The hands of time lift the creature up
    Her frail body shakes as she stands
    The widow's daughter
    Moonlight makes her body sparkle
    The strained flesh seems soft in this light
    Poor creature spat into life
    She looks up into the moon, the blue hues leave an almost calming effect
    Her sad blue eyes then gaze down at the woman in the shadow
    Four blue eyes looking through time and space
    Her bondage is her key to this world
    Sand moves through the young girl's body,
    Little beads of sand spill down her finger tips onto the world of shadow
    She is, Erithia, the creator
    The daughter of the widow