A raven haired girl with eyes like morning dew, my beautiful friend beneath the dawn’s skies her kindness lifts the quiet world

She is a high priestess, graceful and wise, carrying moonlight into shadowed places, speaking soft truths no heart can deny

Her beauty is gentle, her spirit bright, a tender presence glowing with calm light a small, steady flame in the hush of night

But cross her boundary, mistake her grace for fear, and the warmth in her gaze may vanish; some goodbyes are final when danger draws near
So honor her heart; let respect be the key

She is friend, not foe, when allowed to be, but lose her trust once, and she may cease to be,,,, a mere flick of her fingers and time for you shall be no longer