The Lady in Grey [Alternate Version]

Ice-lady of the wood,

Smoke for hair and space for eyes,

Grown out of contradiction,

Taught not to love, only disguise.

She whispers words

Only witches can see,

Burning babies’ tears one by one,

In the hope of being set free,

Continues until the deed is done.

For what blackness is compared

To that upon her heart?

In the darkness there passes

Wisdom enough to impart;

There are no princes on

White steeds. None wait

Under the towers of the mind.

Take what’s given on the plate,

Strive to create, but do not find.

Mystic mother of all time,

Sets her sights upon the ashes,

Miserable to all who pass her,

She is what is worth the knowledge.

The End

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