Guided by her entrails
Enchanted by the moon
Flummoxed by the morning light
A frequenter of tombs
The voices she hears speaking
Are oft without a form
A keeper of the ancient things
To secrecy she’d sworn
A vast expanse of mystery
Surrounds her like a cloud
Her steps so near to silent
But her energy so loud
She revels in her shivers
She can’t help but smile at fear
Especially the doom that’s felt
Whenever she draws near
The Mewriginal 
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