Ying N Yang

A dancer of fates,
A dance on the ground,
She opens the holy gates,
To get her ying yang tears round.

A sakura so indeed,
The river runs dry,
She is in need,
Yet she does not cry.

Her hair and clothes of blood red black,
Only her eyes a mischievous blue,
She does not let herself slack,
For she has to find every clue.

To her past the priestess goes,
to find the answers to unlock her heart!