Queen Of The Cosmos

I was just a young girl with dreams. A small, insignificant leaf that happened to be the first to fall. Picture a young girl sat on a pile of rubble with her plaited caramel hair tucked into the arms. She sat with her head buried in her scarred arms, her cherry lips trembling with fear and agate eyes reflecting the nightmare she was trapped in. Each night she would huddle under the moonlight and gaze into into moon itself. The nightly fog -that had been closing into her- repelling away while the dangers of nearby men backed away. She never saw what others did but that never made her dangerous. Following those nights would come dreams. But these occurred in the day. These told her information that could make or brake the world. if there were anyone left they may say the dreams shattered it . These dreams linked up with one another speaking of another version of her life. They were like visions of the past. After these dreams she would have a rush of cold blooded anger coursing through her veins. It would feel as if someone were trying to break through and take control of her but this someone felt known. She would yell and damage things before returning back to the little girl she once was. She would clasp her necklace, heart racing as she whispered the message that her father in her dreams would tell her: 'You are not abandoned, only lost' Now she carries more blood on her hands than anyone. She is me and my name is Elthiana Muali and she is dead.