Wings of silver and gold.
Beauty in the purest form.
Feathers of yesterday blowing through the wind of time.
Bringing her presence closer to the needs of my tommorow.

Her beauty is blind to her own eyes.
Her wings seem to fade to black when she looks at the enemy in the mirror.
Her fire inside seems to grow dimmer by each passing day.
Vanity consuming her look to humanity.

So scrape away the gold.
Grind apart the Silver.
Cut off your beauty.
Come to me.
Let me take your wings.
Let me take your pain.
Let me take your Beauty.
Let me make you Human again.
So we can match our souls.
Intertwign and mend.
Blend in the light and dark.
Match the Ying for Yang.
Opposing forces coming together to become...
Gemini.