Innocence of a tired eyed child...
Corruption of a soulless savage
A distressed fair maiden none the less.
Locked away in a tower so high with hopeless, helpless, raging fear.
The epitome of her scars expose her broken past.
Used, unwanted, and ashamed.
She cries out for no one to hear.
The algid, black nights pass.
there she lay... alone and still.
No comfort, nor affection from a living being.
She is in this world abandoned and bitter.
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