she stands at a crossroads

enveloped by mist

she is a beacon in the

perpetual shadows

with vision and love and

mystery,

light blossoms from her palms.

she is made of falling stars,

born of the brink between

dark and light

and she is magic

in all she does

her voice a Siren's song

her smile casts a spell

and in the blink of an eye,

she creates her own future

leaving us all in awe