Ravens fly out of her eyes
swirling around her amber hair
A vortex of elegance,
intelligence, strong,
and fair

She shatters the wind
as if the entire world sat
upon
a single pane of glass

She does not ask for lasting youth
truth is not naturally given
as rights of humanity
drunk from crystal cups
stained by her lips

And her blood drips
from a single thorn's *****
when offering a rose
in condolences
to the death
of  our
daydreams