She held the ferrocity of the blazing of the blazing sun in her eyes, The power of the Gods at her fingertips, The cleverness of the slyest men at her lips, But her heart was a glass, easily broken and scarred. For she had watched homes burnt by her own fire, Men killed by her own blade, Destruction caused from her own wrath, All to please the one man she could call her own. But nothing, nothing was ever enough. And a monster could never be loved.All Rights Reserved
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