Twilight Princess - Baby Woodrose

She changes her face almost daily

Keeping her name a second guess

Voicing her presence her lately

A twilight princess

She lives in a room with no mirrors

Selling her soul for more or less

Lost in the turmoil of a fever

A twilight princess

She dances the dark away wildly

Treading a mile above the mess

So perfectly twisted and unlikely

A twilight princess