She wears the night like a cloak of shadows,
As if she wishes to hide.

She creeps through the silent forest,
Long after the day has gone

With lonely feet, she walks the shores,
Of beaches lost and found.

Her inky eyes hold the galaxies,
Long after their collapse.

Her heart holds a silent storm,
And the crying crows join her lament.

But if you glimpse her soul,
You will be surprised.

For you may find a sunrise,
Peeking through the storm.