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Watch her fly over head

Weightless like the clouds up high,

Red are her eyes 

 bloody tiers when she Cry's

a afoul weeping pitch ,

 she screams to mother goddesses

She grins to hopeless ness

 wonders will be revealed, 

All living will be killed, 

on earth  

have no Where to run

Old as the crust  

at the worlds center 

Know one she will have, 

know one even new of her existence

Very Old 

Can't tell she even was 

 beauty and wisdom 

She was blessed and Cursed 

with the gift to have seen it first 

Light from her hands 

words spoken 

Have huge body light

Mind with thoughts 

 anything with music 

Watches way up high