A thick smog surrounds her. Wrapping its filth ridden hands around her throat. Stealing what life is life. Her light shines through: Peering, sending a sign of hope within the darkest abyss. In a place where death is survival. A semblance of such purity: she stands strengthened by such a vile deed. Stealing what life is left, her light shines through: Peering, sending a sign of hope within the darkness abyss. In a place where death is survival. A semblance of such purity.. Revenge is not an option. Her venomous bite is filled with the essence of kindness. Her blouse draping from her shoulder. White inked with the blackened blood of the innocence. Revenge is not an option. Her venomous bite is filled with the essence of kindness. A sullen reflection of purity that was sacrificed for a self-written creed of righteousness: to stand and hold true until her last gasp. She bleeds black my queen. There is none other like thee. My black flame burns for thee. And by my sword I shall serve thee.
