Who is this beauty I see in the darkness?
She is my reflection but calls me a different name.
My lost eyes hold a desperate call for help,
The moon is my soul
The darkness is my comfort
I have the rage of a dragon
But am easily frighten like a bunny
I cry out, "Who am I?"
Her pale skin is her white armor
She stands tall and proud
Dark wispy curls flow in the wind
She is who I want to be.
A white wolf stands next to her
His dead ruby eyes staring into my soul.
In a confident and wise voice she replies,
"You are strength."