Genuine
She smiles, lights up the dark
She opens her eyes, sapphire and sharp
Rain kills the candles, snuffs the Sun
as the wind howls her name, so haunting
So genuine
She walks, they fall at her feet
A zephyr of magic wafts in from the East
“Who’s she calling?” they ask her as one
“It’s already here,” she whispers
So genuine
Seas rise, the tempest divine
She raises her hands to the bruised swollen skies
It sweeps the cursed earth, sparing none
She watches it all with her eyes closed,
So lovely,
So genuine
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