Sinclair_Noir
She was cursed upon by many, her power rattled their will;
She was the knight in shining armour, known to never miss a kill.
Years and years under her guard, never not a flower did bloom,
But then...
One fateful day she stepped from that pedestal and sealed the place's imminent doom...
My solace was still my solace, though now it's more of a putrid room.
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