[ Fifth of April ]
On the fifth of April, an inferno did rise; the birth of a woman with wild devilish eyes. She who painted the canvas with her bloody brush; amidst destructive heat, she daringly danced. In the fiery depths of her passionate glance, her laughter, a devilish symphony, echoed loud. Own master of flames, she burns without hurt, yet screamed so loud that awoken the death itself.
—danger.