Walking to the lane of illusion,
a breezing wind gently
start playing the song
of eternity,
barnet that tied by the world,
untied itself and start
dancing in the sinister dark,
hopes that pierced trillion times
start blooming in the thoughts,
a war with her own self to gain
strength to be alive in the world
of monsters.
torment of her writing a
poetry through the +
healing zephyr of
illusion,
just to remind those scars
she's hiding from everyone
define the true identity,

she is a war heroine.

© vichus