Persecute the absolute

And in the reddest of flames she still remains pure to her fire.
Swimming in the density of pain she will always leave her stain.
Her Limbs bound by rope as the crowd rages with false hope as to end the shadows in their dreams.
Sold and ravaged by the secrets never told she bares the scars of the young and old.
Her tale keeps writing itself as the truth of love hides beneath the shells.