The Penumbra of Pretence
She never revealed her wounds
She never showed her pain
Trying to convince the world
That she was still sane
.
Striding forward like a soldier
She acted like she didn't care
But she knew she wouldn't last
For it was turning into a nightmare
.
In the end, she let go
'Cause it didn't quite matter
What was the purpose indeed?
It had already made her world shatter
.
Her wounds decided to heal themselves
Her broken heart will be mended
She finally felt relieved
For the battle had ended
.
Buried deep in the graves of the past
It appeared shady and dense
Its groaning could be heard from miles
As it had failed to make her cry
.
She was now wearing the crown
- A diadem of victory
For she no longer needed
The penumbra of pretence...
~ Fia, the pretender
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