Gotham City

She is the wind cooled down - all the way cold.
Blue is the blood of power. Black are the dusted bones.

and I would’ve fallen for her, she is dispairs cold flower.
Pulled at the strings above her - run with lust of power.

She is deaths ice charm , lonelinesses slow song.
She is the watchers eye to her own requiem:

And I would've fallen for her - she is the hangmans moon.
White is the face that draws us - black is the edge of ruin.

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