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 there nest
and she stands above the rest
shadow hunt, she hunts the shadow
the moon is risen, she stands below
she views the world through eyes of others
black and white, there are no colors
as she looks down upon a shattered youth
a shattered mirror shows the shattered truth
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