Dare to enter within, dare to explore her soul,
A place of misery, of bitter cold.
Another world it seems, in the throes of such devastation,
With nature harsh and unforgiving, an untamed destination.

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The world within her is a wilderness,
All shadowed skies and jutting cliffs,
Barren lands and ashen floors,
Deep ravines and darkened moors.

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Most days are spent under gloomy skies
With a ceaseless thunder that echoes.
A sort of mirthless place to lie,
And dwell on never ending sorrows

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Sprawled beneath these heavens coloured in shades of angst and irk,
Rivers of despair run deep and far,
Agony tainted waters flow into the dark,
And therein lies a roiling sea of hurt.

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But this girl whom which this land lies in,
Who is beauty and chaos interwined,
Continues on with a weary hope,
With a dreamers soul and wandering mind.

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As she gazes up towards the sky
Weilding a sword made up of scars,
She wears her pain like battle armour, 
And in such dark, looks up at the stars.