Silently she watches, carefully she treads
Sensing her presence fills men with dread,
Those who work nearby have often said
That The Mistress of Copper Mountain is a heart unread.
Sometimes clothed in a malachite dress
Sometimes a lizard at her own behest,
Frightening and formidable it must be confessed
For Katya to encounter at her rescue quest.
Still she calls for Danila to hear
She appeals to him, her love so dear,
He hears her far away, yet she is so near
The memory of her erases any fear.
She laughs and rewards him, Danila is let go
She bids them silence for the time they go home,
The Mistress of Copper Mountain is not quite a foe
But they are the only ones to know.
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