Tender age shows the drawn out shadows 

 conceals her soft youth.

Shakey grounds paved the roads throughout

her construction. Choices decided burdens

this tiny frame. But shoulders broaden by battle

scars.

Vacant,souless,haunting silhouettes gazes 

dipped crimson lines lilac pale

lips into the days facade with mortuary beauty.

Adaptation is key I'm survival. Silence is thoughtful, head submitted bowed is best.

But now behold iciness in her crisp cutting 

glory.

A tiny but undeniable flame flickers despite frigid Northman winds. 

As one with earth, she charges even paced

with her beast.

Full with untamed list.

The demons that once struggled control, coexist peacefully. 

As the flames danced with shadows, hell's fire teased her skin.

Under the new moon's black foilage, the wild is embraced.

Scarred wings paints broken enigma, but hell hath

no fury as a beautifully damaged wonder.