Forlorn
Dancing alone on a desolate shore
Forsaken, like so many times before

Radient
Like a shimmering light
Spreads her snow-white wings so bright

Shining
Her feathers made of purest silk
Shrouded in mist, like a blanket of milk

Tired
Opened her beak to sing her throat sore
And sang like she had never sung before

Silence
A song of great knowedge and lore
She sang, and then she sang no more