Ouroboros Spine poetry

She was tired.

She was worn.

Physically and emotionally. These days had trained her of much of her glow. Surely it would return...one day. For now it stayed hidden beneath suneyes.

She sat across from her mother, eyes briefly wide with the wonder of the things before her, but her mother spoke as moonwoman.

"Say them, soft-snow."

She felt breathless for a moment, but finally found her voice.

This girl asks the spirits to listen.