Aditi

My Father is always away; my mother always with a man. My sister under a crown, and my brother with my father. I hear the cannons roar, and the cries screeching beyond sight. The clanging of metal protruding through the night.... As the fires begin to roar; I become who I truly am. A mask and a blade is all I need. Jumping from tree to roof, like a monkey - I become alive. A silent goddess doling out justice within the city she protects.