Halls of the Dark Muse

Brave One

Her wings fell limply at her side
her eyes gleam up with deep pleading
but nothing will stop the bleeding

Ivory tears she tries hard to hide
soon begin to turn crimson
and it has only just begun

She tried to fight against the tide
now she shivers in the cold
disbelieving she was bold

Crushing is the pain held inside
as she tries to shake free her chains
left to the mercy of the rains

Alone with no one to confide
a broken soul forsaken
because she was so mistaken.