• The night is cold like her skin,
    she quietly stalks the grounds.
    She travels alone and knows no kin,
    her aura exterminates midnight's sounds.

    Her nomadic life is a simple one,
    mysterious, swift, smooth.
    Her only enemy is the sun,
    keeping her on the move.

    Her journey is neither short nor long,
    and her mission is unclear.
    A raven plays her eerie songs,
    but no one's around to hear.