What is it I seek in the mists of the morning?
In that cold purple dawn, In the black of midnight?
I search in dream and quite mind for one I once knew, I once was.
Once that girl of purpose , that woman of power.
Would I ever know her if I saw her?
Or would she glide right be me like all the others,
a change in scenery in my shadow play?
Why do I keep searching when it feels so bleak and hopeless?
What does it matter if I find her again?
Will I even like her?
Can I even be her?
“Too soon to say.” whispers blue hued maidens of darker depths in deepest heart. ” You have just set your feet on the path, daughter of two swords, it is your journey to make. single step or millionth mile…You are the one to decide.”