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Ermm... well this poem might enlighten you, but feel free to ask anything you want, Im usually nice to people... usually...

The orange skies wait

for the curious gaze

a childish soul and fate.

The newborn of an Ancient Race

Daughter of the King of Thieves.

Born out of Fire

wtih a smile decieves.

To find freedom her desire

doom for the one who believes

in her lips, Eternal Salvation.

Search for a Goddess

ask just one question

beware for she is faceless,

do rely in luck and fortune;

gain her trust with sheer grins.

Moonlight in her eyes,

a wardrobe of sheepskins.

Her brightness as the sunrise,

and a weird taste for sins.

This is, my friend, The Child of Chaos.