Hair of black ebony and obsidian,
Flowing across her white skin.
A beauty to behold,
Her heart used to cold,
For she was shunned by her kind,
Thought she would lose her mind,
Shunned for not being the same,
Shunned for not being tamed,
For her gifts were her bane,
With the black energy in her veins,
Able to see things that many fear,
The past, the future, and times near.
She left her home land,
With no other did she band,
For she stayed alone,
Killed many, and that past gone.
Now she knows one,
Let her past be done,
Only for her he cares,
And across her face, smiles dare.
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