• Blackend hands clutching at my sole.
    As if there was a gaping hole right to it.
    Scratching at my delicate pale skin.
    Feeling my spirt split.

    Not sure where I am anymore.
    Things seem so strange.
    Green to black .
    Such a horid change.

    They all surround me quickly.
    As I stand in my ice blue gown.
    Things are getting darker.
    It is finally sundown.

    They mumble ghastly prayers.
    To someone not but god.
    Smirks passing their faces .
    They contiue to tend to my skin being clawed.

    I am awakened .
    A sudden out burst of power.
    They back away to the light.
    As if it hurts and it is sour.

    Their skin breaks in boils.
    And the closest to me skin starts to bubble.
    Screams are all I can hear now.
    They know they're in trouble.

    I run throught a slit in the crowd,
    As they continue to be in pain.
    Some fall in my path ,
    As their life slowely drains.

    A mere maiden I am not,
    But a savoir to all things cross.
    I disapear as the last few crumble to the ground.
    Back to my haven , without chaos.

    But these are my battle scars.
    I walk showing them with pride.
    As they only add to my appearence.
    Ignoring all comments that are snide.

    Walk with me through the clouds.
    As I tell you my tales.
    Of bravery and terror.
    Even the stories of my fails.