She walked swiftly Under the bloodied moon Rising high against the sky Face covered by a cloak Skin burning with the lashings Heart aching with pain On her neck adorned a blue necklace Her eyes dark as she moved Her mind, a blurred mess Elm and birch and pine Silhouetted against the moonlight Never looking back, Never moving slower Cheeks scarred with tears She was scared But not anymore Now, darkness reigned And she was the same Same alluring eyes, Same old laugh However, purpose different The lush valley grey And so is herself Broken, bedraggled Ears sore from the mundane shouts Feet speaking of hours of walking Hate throwing it’s haunted echo around Bloodshed, loss So much unaware When she was but a child No mercy, Ruthless they were And now she was back The queen of darkness Cold was the night As it kissed her gossamer hair And cold was herself Worsening was the only way of reducing the pain For she was the last of her kind.