Chalice and the blade

Behind blue eyes.

There is a whisper knocking at

The door of her heart.

Screaming for peace.

Her constant mind always wins.

She's brave in a weak sense.

She's colorful.

She has a symphony of a drum line
Love so sweet.

She has scars so profound,

Only in the night, she faces the

Sound of her pain.

To her dismay time and time again

She meets the place locked and chained

With a pure smile eyes so wild.

Dreams of hers alone,

Awaiting in the mist

Her predestined home.

Never alone again.