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Ways of Fate

Childhood

Rustling leafs proceed her scent
which permeates her innocense
No forest bloom can match her by
gaudy day or endless night
for life she breathes through ancient woods
as green as emerald eyes and root
on rays of light her name is spelled
by leaf and tree her face beheld
and now I speak of Villani
who dreams of fate and fights tyranny.

Womanhood

A choice not made is a vice that stayed
with her standing stones
That cast the wind and hold their own.

A stripped down pale of morning's haze
became self renamed
for Tatianna's name

Deity

Her shadow's not of pureless black
nor is it white as in moonscape's back
A gray or sand runs in her veins
that trickle down in trueness gains
Thus luck absorbed and potent friend
to stayed with her and lend a hand
too faith in time and morrow comes
which is no lie, she ever stuns.

Alysandra