X's of red rest upon her hand, as small drops of hope & dreams flow out of her hand, eyes once sparkled with many joys & hopes for a life much greater to make up for the many hells she got caged in now dull & empty, lips long to smile the biggest smile she ever smiled...she fakes her smile to keep from hurtin' a single soul that surrounded her with their hearts shown to her that rest on their hands, on her hair rest a crown of midnight blue roses, the color of which fits her eyes best...as the many past x's still rest on her hand...& many more will come for as long as she lived & of wolves howlin' to the flare celestial body who lives in her dark forest worl...