Her devilish tongue speaks the most purest of lies,
her wings broken yet she flies,
her lips black ; darker than tar,
her smile shines like the nothern star,
she giggles when she sighs,
blood drips down from her eyes ; when she cries,
snow skin soft and cold,
her tone low but bold,
could she ever love a mortal man?
immortal goddess if you can,
tell somebody whom it might be,
crooked tongue of deciet it couldn't, it hasn't, it will never be me....
