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.