Shadows cover over her presence.
Her breathing faint, but still clear
All that makes you see her is her essence.
Striking some with absolute fear.

Away from all in solitude.
Watching all from afar.
Not letting anyone know the truth.
Just like a darkened star.

Why should she uncover?
Let them discover.
No one is to know.
No one can come near.

Staring at the world through blank eyes.
Only some could know what is she.
All emotion hidden inside.
Only those who aren�t blind enough could see.

No one looks deep enough to discover the real person within.
No one is able to see for they judge before the start begins.

Some are only isolated.
Their personalities complicated.

People go through life in a haste.
Certain things go to waste.
A pity.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Scarlatan, in the year 363 AF.