my lady,
poised, with an aura that can move great bodies of water.
you swoon your admirers and they sigh at your presence.
a deception in a mist and air of beauty.
amused by the irrationality of emotions.
you are revered by every soul - alive, dead, enchanting, immortal and the creatures of the night.
and yet...
you rule neither one of them.
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