Electricity sparks with each step of her boots,
Demanding attention to scintillant attributes-
Silver echoes through the black
Webs of lace, her cool drawn back
Into the winds that whistle tunes
From which her woken soul communes.
Chaos hides beneath her cloak
Yet peace she smoothly can evoke
With a privileged solicitous grin,
Old souls instantly akin.
A glowing shawl of stars,
Past and present memoirs
Bearing on her shoulders.
Destructiveness she smolders
With preferred solitude—
Enjoys company more than she wants to elude—
A whimsical nature thrives on mystery,
Shrouding traumatic history,
Yet her heart is treasured gold.
Her body, not her mind, is old
But beautiful as ever
With attitude so incredibly clever.
She casts by laughter and prayer alone,
Not recognizing the encouraging tone
That contagiously follows along where'er
Her ambrosial purpose takes her.
Fragile is grace, be hers charred or pure.
This great summoner camouflaged as demure
Reckons with wisdom and force divine;
I'm blessed to call her a friend of mine.
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