Dancing in Red

(Intro)
The frigid night air nipped at her feat begging her to send warmth. The moon bowed in her presence and the sun hid for it felt ashamed because it could not compare to her beauty. The winter wind howled her name as she spoke to it in a soft yet powerful voice. It called her "Percilla!.... Percilla!...." she was older then time itself yet young with the beauty of a glowing bride on her wedding day. She held all in her hand with gentle pride yet anger of betrayal.. One thing could make her snap but many could save her.. Her dainty figure held the secrets of time and the strength of the mountains. She is Percilla. Who has yet to realize what great future awaits her. Tragedy, Heart break, suffering and pain. Love passion joy and peace...