~~Awake the sleeping Avatar

 Her thoughts are lost in the moments
 Before the sun goes black;
 Devoid of warmth and illumination
She becomes captured by the chill of melancholy
Once upon a time she felt real and alive;
 An Avatar; with no fences to hold her
 Smiling sweetly at the bitter winds blowing cold
 Having many lovers and muses at her toenails;
 Contented and fed staying in the present tense
She was like a golden temple; a dream
 Perfect and unreachable
Self sustaining, with revenues and commitments
 Glistening naked in the light of adoration
Now her mortal will has lose its' elasticity,
broken and taken away by some evil wind. 
Awake, sleeping Avatar  
She wishes to begin again!