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She breathe through the glass
'Til a hollow image stains
The sills out of brass
A maiden's windowpane

Long, It shrouded her lovely face
From her envious world below;
An enticing, detailed curtain lace
A veil the gods bestowed.

Years, A harpsicord pause in awe
When she utters a phrase
Skills of arrows and a bow
Delights her father's days

Ages went and shift the scene
Her golden hair turned gray
Away she flew and was never seen
Until death passed her way.

Eons, still her story lived
A maiden unknown that she will age
Her soul lingers in every child
Believed to feed her rage.

In their slumbers she crept
And whisper her gentle myth
Every youthful smile kept
Her every single heartbeat.

At dusk she peacefully stands
On her cold evening skin
And watch the faraway lands
She had eternally seen.

The rusting sills keep her calm
The embroidered curtain kept her sane
She held her life in her own palm
Lived forever in all vain.