walks alone
in the dead of the night
with shadows
and wolves beside her hand

many
have claimed
to see her red eyes
of blood and fury
through the mist of darkness
piercing fear into their rotten souls

her
sharp laugh
at the stories
of the woman in black and red
with shadowwolves at her command
and wicked in her blood and bones
shakes the world of shade


they
say she was born
on the blood moon
from the minds of fiends below

they
state her mother’s death
was her first sin
and the evil of her father
her second

they
claim mankind’s sins
are to be hers
for she is the one
who induces weakness
in the strong and the wise

they
declare hell
is to be hers
for the blood of devil
runs through her bones

but

they
do not know
that monsters are not born
from blood and minds
they are made
with words and actions

they
do not offer
a helping hand
to all starving and dying and suffering
to serve under them
and to be their own
to be fierce as wolves
and menacing as dark

and so she walks
with no fear of others
with her saved ones