She was born in the summer's haze,
Embers of fury burnishing under the midwinter skies.

The flamboyant aroma straying away from the tangerine flares,

Scintillating like feldspars emerging from antiquity.

Speckles of wayward sorrow astray in the labyrinth of blinding light,
Illustrate the souls imprisoned within the whimpered smock of eternal blight.

She drowned in the chasms of woe, yet passed the victory with a heavy heart,

She had a voice, yet it was lost within the abyss of concealed pain and dearth.

The world confined her mind with enslaved shackles and pangs of torment,

And latched her wings behind this cage engulfed with penumbra.

Tears of sapphire topple down her lashes like the rainfall of the north,

They stole fragments of her soul and smothered to the skin and bone.

The colors of the euphoric heavens once scattered like salmon peridots,

Now erased into a greyscale of hysteria and fear; thy sins loom over, as macabre weeps.

Her essence ignited with vehement flames incarcerating like pigeon's crown,

And the sword of all sullen days cascades through her tainted blood.
The catastrophic echoes stand...