In the swirling mist of winter's breath,
She emerges, a vision, a waltz of death,
Wrapped in fur, a tapestry of dreams,
In her, a symphony of silent screams.
Her silhouette, a dance of shadows,
In moonlight's embrace, she gently follows,
Each furrowed line, a story untold,
In her presence, mysteries unfold
In the labyrinth of her eyes, a tale,
Of forgotten whispers, a silent gale,
For beneath the layers, a soul resides,
A journey through the night, where darkness abides.
