With the eyes of those demons
glimmering with judgement
her legs do not falter
On her march onward.

Hands clasped firmly behind
her breaths are heavy
burning molten in thin lungs
But steady she goes, into the sea.

The water glows with promise
of things she knows and does not know
rippling in a strong current
Tantalizing in the distance.

Legs quicken, eyes strain for the prize
muscles burdened with strain
and Lust blossoms in her chest
When the truth grows nearer.

It was not meant for her, truly
the fantasy of omnipotence
and the world fights back
Twisting her bones to dust.

The struggles become hopeless
without view of success in sight
she, broken and strange, shakes
Legs giving and useless.

Cries escape her throat
howls and screams of agony
in the face of desolation
And a fate that is only hers.

Fate is met, and legs are steady no more.