A seductive temptress she is, she bides her time, trying to stay in line. With no fault overlooked, it could be understood, that it was somehow misunderstood, because as a reflection of time, it holds no hope, or wisdom in mind.
A beautiful queen, sucked into a deep dream. Drawn out in life, it makes sense it wasn't to be, I can show the world, and how things should be.
The seduction of this mess, nearly to much to impress, the force is at her behest. Such a powerful soul, could never have forseen this florescent dream.
But it's only at night, when she bears the fight. She crawls away from the sun, it's not always fun to be inline with this benchmark in time.
However she approaches this tidal wave of obsession, it's the fixation on the realisation, that somehow, in some time, things will be fine, they can all be like mine. But only through the passage of time.
She fails to see, just how beautiful she truly can be. Such a tortured soul can't actually be free. Yet somehow she finds the time to ponder, to assess what it will be. Through the sun & sea, she shudders at the very thought of being free.
Through space, as the world moves forth. She will realise the powerful source, the strength she holds in her stride. Because with the wisdom of age, can she sit to appraise. The life of such beauty, should never be disabled, it's her only time to shine, opposed to biding her time.
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