Her face is seen but her voice is unheard, silence embraces her her heart and soul.
Beauty is seen within her and without.
Clad in mail and whispered breathes of a lonely soul.
Her name is far from known.
She comes and goes.
The Unknown Maiden.
The Unknown Maiden ((reffering to Theole))
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Theole on January 3rd, 2014
Theole on January 3rd, 2014
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