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She stalks the trails softly 
with blazing tracks
drops of molten iron
searing black
her wings curving crescents 
copper-green 
scything through the growth

Her fingers trail the vines
frost a present fixture 
and greenery gains crystal 
filaments within

Eyes of darkest shadow
stars entwined within 
faintly glowing
as she walks,
the ever-shrinking green