I sing to you of life– Dark melodies unwritten… beneath the starry sky– the memories of a vixen.

A slighted little girl who hid inside the shadows… buried under thorns was the beauty of a rose.

Not quite like one had seen. Her glow, it was slight mystical. Nobody really understood the brain inside– alchemical.

Gleaming in her eyes, and fire in her soul… brought happiness or heartache– Depending on what they stole.