They say she was born when
the storms roared the skies
and her hair was black as the night
Her eyes were blue like the raging sea
and for that they called her a witch
Her soul was ice and fire
A thunder in the snow
She learned how to walk along
Bitterness and sweetness of life she learned
as she walked along
Her love left many burns on her skin
The desires she held within
No one could cure such a deep flame
No hands to cure the shame
Can there be such a lonely heart
than the one that has been marked
that can't be washed in any wave
That can not fly in any wind
That seeks to find a home
They say she was born when
the ghosts roamed the skies
On that eve when all souls stop to hide
When lifeless eyes stare in the dark
When no one feels safe
Can there be such a brave heart
in a world so cold
that would learn how to love
the eyes and the heart of that lonely soul
The one who carries the mark
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