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There's an enchantress, a magical maiden,
Wearing an emerald, its power:
transfiguration.
By night, she takes flight, transforming stealthily,
Into an owl, her wings bearing her swiftly.
With bright eyes glistening in the night,
Her gaze follows you, with a cryptic sight.
Always watching, always present,
Her enigma and power, relentless.
* Oh goodness, I'm so bad at poetry, but I gave it a go.