When she's serious, she's cool and bright,
Like moonlight sharp in the quiet night.
Each word she speaks is calm and wise,
A thoughtful spark behind her eyes.
But when she smiles, a child appears,
She speaks with joy that lifts my gloom,
And fills my heart with quiet bloom.

"When the lion falls, the wolf howls loud.
When the wolf fades, the dog stands proud.
So what is strength, if time dethrones?
Even kings crumble into bones.
Chase not the peak, for it shifts like sand,
Honor lies in where you stand."

The sky seems dark and light remains far,
Light is taken by darkness and cruelty has grown too harsh.
Hope fades like a whisper lost in the storm,
As sorrow and silence together form.

I longed to call her mine,
But she wept for a love not mine.
One heart broke so another could survive.