With painted wings of crystal and ivy
The shadow child wandered blindly
Darkness seeped from every pore
Hiding the terror of yesterday's gore
A fake smile, she wore with fear
Yet no words fell on a listening ear

She laid awoken one night
The noises outside giving her a terrible fright
The morning she had to finally cave
In anguish she curled away from her grave

A mage, of sorts, approached her one day
His graceful gait remeniscent of a fae
On a gentle breath of arcane air
A soft voice low and weary tone fair
"I can help, but with one small price
You must come to the land above the ice."
With no choice, she had to agree
As to the majestic's solemn decree

To the isles coated by fallen stars
She found him looking out afar
"The light here will cure you,"
He spoke with a coo
"No longer the night shall be a bother
If you accept the star god as your father."