She wears a veil as a symbol of light,
Seen as a Goddess by the people of night,
Never normal — she never grew horns,
Against the people of light who give her: scorns.
At the end of forest — where her cult resides,
The people never knew her as a mortal, but rather a being that they abide,
She murmur whispers while being poke by a blade,
Knowing that the belief they have, is just a fraud her father made.
-Love, Luminekoygk.