She is a Changeling Born is She to Shift Torn away from lasting molds She lives a life~ Unspoken, Untold.
I could not bear to waste away Her Magnificence if as like trash~ She is a Whirling Dervish, a Spirit Blessed of the highest Caste.
A Hurricane in the Breeze, a Resurrection, my Reverie. Bless her Soul, She has Suffered Well, her Legacy, only Time will Tell.
Her Secrets though I dare not proclaim, won't be for naught, Shall She Rise to Reign, it is only through Her that our Truths are revealed, I bow in Awe, in Prayer I Kneel, my Faith She will Test, my Heart She shall Heal.