she is
 an archaic being
 crossing in supreme winks
 of withered intervals
 bound to centuries
 of mortal death
 without an hour glass
 timing salty seas
 and stormy weather

 she poses in seasonal garment
 with crystal braided hair
 mastering each disguise

musing mystery
 without virtue
 while moral fingers
 pen vanishing stardust

 blue eyes refrain
 while sleeping among emerald
 eyes of dragons

 fear has no color
 and she is afraid
 in eyes without a voice
 and a heart without
 a name.

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