She´s friend of the friendless & all deemed
dark,
She knows, to listen to voices where no man
harks,
She´s ally of wolves, Gods & old grey tombstones,
Of ravens standing guard, over white sacred
bones.
She seeks her friendships, where sad dreams
lurk,
Converting into smiles, the saddened frown &
smirk,
She dances in the forests, where the old wolves
howl,
Knowing all hidden messages, behind those who
growl.
Garbed in ebon-black, she charms all within
her sway,
Tiptoeing through old places, where the mists
lay grey,
She´s friend of all dark, upon the quiet stepped
stairs,
She glides silently at night, where no man ever
dares.
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