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The air is cold and thin

In the dead of winter night

A woman standing still

In a dress of purest white

Her beauty was unmatched

But her heart was black as coal

A gorgeous outer shell

To a body with no soul

I woke up to her touch each and every day

Her skin changed precious white to a dismal dying grey

Unlatched the golden clasp that held her rotting cloak

And from the heartless void poured a putrid poison smoke

I fell through the trees

My body lurched as I hit the forest floor

I fell to my knees

All hope was gone, faith abandoned

I woke up to her touch each and every day

Her eyes changed deepest blue to a grim and empty grey

The spirit left my body

And walked into the sun

Sorceress, Spell-weaver

Masterful deceiver

Shameless lie believer

Punishment receiver