Wrapped within she is not Seen
Forever entwined in mirrored Selves
And one day when all Falls and dies
She will be unseen for None know Her.

But it is she who weaves the Spell
And knows no life than what she Knows
So until she braves her last Unknown
She will not leave her Safety hid.

Folds of Cloth, woven in Time
Who is to say which is Her?
A different facet for every Life
So hard to know what is True.