• As she involves in
    thought of all that was
    once done
    She cuts off those who
    once forgot
    She keeps that blade that
    once cured
    Fights between all cruel
    Citizens
    and gives ones in need
    to herself
    She finds that faithful
    soul and grasps
    it tight within
    all veins
    because, that's what gave her
    vain
    That vanity made her
    worth any trial
    and who that challenged
    would be brought
    down with no
    sanity
    They would be
    caught in
    frequent
    nightmares filled with
    terror
    Those sweet creatures would be
    disastrous to
    their selves
    They would destroy all
    peace like
    multiple Hitlers
    All that would be recalled
    is how
    lovely, self-destructing pretender
    she became in that
    lit midnight