A gentle hand waving to a growing storm Welcoming rain onto Aries fire
Never in time lived such an angel before
Sculpted constellations and stardust desire

She came with the sun in a unveiled day
Holding time with the balance of life,
The soft whisper of snow speaking her name
Paintng sleeping autumn fields with white

Alone in a world being torn from her heart
Every shadow seemed placed in her path
Pushing their spells of unending dark
Scripting their spells of damned painful past

So much was this pain of this beauty betrayed
Hurt by those who would never show love
Her voice cried out with as a echo of flames...