Cold as winter, strong as stone,
She faced the darkness all alone.
A silver goddess, a reflection,
A mirage, a recollection.
No return, no turning back,
The past is gone, the future black.
Serpents gather in their nest,
And she stands above the rest.
Shadows hunt, she hunts the shadows,
The moon is risen, she stands below.
She views the world through the eyes of others,
Black and white, there are no colors.
She looks down upon a shattered youth,
A shattered mirror shows a shattered truth.