Fantasie N.2

Scattered will in darkness she wanders.

The purest heart out of darkness ponders.

Her fabrics by this desert weaved.

A palace forged from dusty leaves.

Still empty space, save stardust rings.

Pieces of existence in eternity unwind.

A mortal she stood in the falling springs.

Nine souls she embraced her heart she finds.

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