in times long forgotten
there lived a girl
not yet of age
but she was driven by rage

though she could not feel pain
and her heart was a hollow place
she always knew
that life will someday drift away

the girl wanted to be known
she wished her name to be engraved
in history's stone
so she stole the tools and her made name known

not by good deeds
but by blood winter cold
a whole village feel to their toes
including her ma and pa whom she never known

after the slaughter
a tear ran down her cheek
for she finally understood what it means
to feel

her rage was finally at ease
but her hollow heart begged her to leave
so she cut it out and
buried it in the village by the sea

after some time she drowned in her sleep
for the tears they didn't stop
and she became a girl who weeps
forever doomed to roam by the sea

searching for her heart
somewhere lost in the deep.