She is the dark one.
As a bird I watched her from my cold tower in the heavens and when she fell from the northplace, I flew down and embraced her.
I took her where the snow falls forever. She showed me the haunted woods.
We gathered together in the oaken palace, free from both death and life.
The fire blazed in her eyes one day and she tore the soul from my chest.
With a bleeding heart, I flew back to my cold tower to never escape and lie in a pool of death forever.
I saw the nightfall.
It called to me like a river of shadows.
It sang to me with the cries of a thousand ravens that blackened the sky as they took flight.
I shall never trust the sun again.