Dark hair and pale skin. Morbid thoughts behind an innocent smile. Intellectual venom behind gazing eyes. She is a Goddess. She reigns over my very essence. She beckoned me long ago into her enchantment and I was never able to break free. I witnessed her destroy an entire religion. She is fixed upon the winter’s, cold night sky. She rides among the Phoenix. I desperately await her return. To gaze upon her in astonishment. I will bow to her infinite wisdom and her lucid insight. In the summer night, she is nowhere to be found. She sleeps.
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I like this, guessing from your story.
Inspired by my story, yes.