Dancing on the clouds with silver toes,
Weaving the storms where sorrow flows.
Betrayed by those she trusted the most,
She turned her crown and became a ghost.
Her body twirls like a howling vortex,
Carving ruins through terrains so complex.
Hair that echoes lightning and dream,
Whispers that crescendo into a scream.
She rides in fury where tides start to rise,
Shadows swirling in gloomy surprise.
Dark and grey—majestic but scary,
Silencing souls, so be a little bit wary.
She lures wanderers with a voice so deep,
Fragrance so sweet, pretending to sleep.
Dare not speak or meet her eyes,
Or be lost beneath her withered skies.