she looks tired
and serene
like the angel of death has kissed her
****** the life from her crimson lips
the princess has fallen ill
lovesick and torn
the world and its evil
has taken a toll
on her tear stained cheaks
are the scars of the worlds dried up rivers
the salt embeded in her skin
from forgotten oceans
even on the brink of death
her innocence rings clear
like traces life after a storm