Pale as the moon,
beautiful as the sun,
Morganna flew into sky.
To slay the dragon,
to drink his blood,
and know the victory
that revenge could give.
fairy, angel, witch, or bitch.
Knife of moonbeams
shields of love
Skys of umber far above.
No fate, no hell, nor horror breed
can save themselves from a womans grief
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