She dances where the veils are thin,
A song of stars upon her skin.
She weaves the night with silver thread,
And wakes the light where fear had bled.

She turns from shadows, vast and cold,
And runs to hills the ancients hold.
She dares not glance at dark unseen—
The cursed depths where hearts have been.

For she is wrapped in love’s old spell,
By kindred souls who know her well.
They circle her in sacred flame,
And whisper soft her secret name.

The garden blooms in dream-born hues,
The moon spills spells in midnight blues.
Her aura glows with guiding fire—
A star alight with soul’s desire.

So scribe your truth in rune and rhyme,
Across the winds, beyond all time.
For you are known in realms above—
Believe, you walk with those you love