It The demon with bloodied wings. She with the silver glow of her eyes that almost seemed to be like a cracked mirror. She with a laugh like dwarves dynamite and a glare like a night chill in the dark. Her The Chained Angel. Howling at the lost history of her kind Noble in her slavery A Queen in captivity A Lioness in a cage Fight back for Freedom She with wisdom in her heart. She with a smile that refreshes like spring's first blossom. Passion blooms from her every step.