I knew this dayWould one dayCome upon me. All aloneIn the coldGentle Breeze. The soft windCombs throughMy Auburn hair. I shiver in solitude,Believing it myEntire existence. But what should IA maiden solely beAssured by my volition? Why should I care?I walk alone withA gentle creed. “Me, myself, and I,”I say to thine own self,Fueled not ...