#WritcoPoemPrompt30
She rises from the ashes,

Donning infinite avatars,

Sending the vile searching for cover,

And begging for mercy and a drop of water,

through barren lands she treads,

her power weakened beyond amend,

the first draws of blood crawls down her shoulder,

as she goes farther down the icy yonder,

the icy terrain juts in unwelcoming arcs,

feeling her heart with blazing relapse,

of the events that led to this,

wash-hard ice and...