Wings as black and sleek as leather,
Flawlessly proceed.
To transform and bend the weather,
Until it will concede.

Her eyes are deep and violet,
Her memories asleep.
You cannot reconcile it,
As she will never weep.

Darkness emanates from her,
As light does from the sun.
There will never be a cure,
For her until she’s won.

Her voice calls out to all the trees,
That cage her there to die.
Her family will never free,
Her from her endless lie.

So she sits and plots a plan,
Of deep and dark revenge.
How she will destroy the land,
Her death she will avenge.

She’ll come back when all is done,
With wings of violet fire.
She’ll destroy everyone,
And her rage will never tire.

So she sits and ponders here,
For vengeance of her death.
And she need have no more fear,
Of a weak last breath.