Storming inside

Blinded by his Sun,

She followed a wrong path.

Sooner or later death

Will finish what she begun.

Bereft of her pride she roams

The roads so gloomy and dark.

Her whole life knowlege she drunk

To sooth and calm her inner storm.

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