she ran until she could run no more
screamed until she could scream no more
fought until she could fight no more—
yet to save her it was never enough.
she was forged with iron, wrought of steel.
bourne of fire, taught never to feel.
she was the daughter of life, mistress to night—
grace brought of blood, fallen being of light.
she is beauty, insanity— and all in-between.
a poem I wrote about one of my characters many years ago, and just recently uncovered.