She Spins Worlds.
She spins worlds.
She holds the clay of life
Firmly in her hands,
Shaping moons and rivers.
She dots the land with trees
Sprouting from her fingertips.
With a wave of her hand,
She extinguishes the stars.
She can outshine the very sun.
But she will not live
To see tomorrow.
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