They were monsters,
more pragmatically devils.
Of the sort, that not only kill you,
but murder your soul.
Rip your bones and hang you out,
in the open farce of the dry sun.
until you bake into the what's left
the small tiny particles disappearing,
into the realm of nothingness.
She was a fighter,
she had hope, she had a family,
she stood for her people,
in the darkest of times,
just like a knight,
who knew that often,
it is the darkest before dawn,
incumbence wasn't a reparation.
they invaded her, and shook her up,
slaughtered her family,
killed her soulmate,
and trapped her in a sandstone cell.
the light in her was burning low,
and she held on.
with bleeding nose, broken thumbs,
squashed hopes and echoing voices,
of her family lost.
her body has given up,
but it wasn't her body to make her quit,
she was resilient, pounding on pressure,
breaking forth chains,
the humane in her had died,
and now she was invincible,
because her soul was burning,
glazing with streak of light,
fuelled by courage, agony and anger,
she was a burning firefox now,
with wings harder than metal.
she was an inception,
into the filthiest of nights,
her armory of power was unparalleled, unbridled,
she was an elite, a harbringer of
justice na liberty.
for all because,
she had lost those things herself.....
~~~ Will be updated soon enough!
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