She's beautiful.
Mysterious.
An enigma dancing away at first sight of her daughter's rising.
She's not to be seen, but felt.
Feared.
Personified by the words cold, harsh, and fleeting.
As a result is the company she keeps.
Who is she to say that they are unwanted?
She is not loved.
Abandoned by those who should worship her.
Why should she refuse the companionship?
They rely on her.
Master over their continued existence.
And so she embraces the lost,
The broken,
The confused,
In her soft and comforting embrace.
They shall find no escape of it.