She tears through the burning world,
Wreaking havoc as she goes.

She races through the forest where Grief used to walk,
But now it is they that turn their faces away.

Bitter words fall,
From her harsh lips.

”Begone!” she cries,
her sharp words piercing the heavens,

But is it the world she is yelling at,
Or herself?

if you peer through her armour,
You might catch a glimpse of what is haunting her.

A sea of sorrows,
Drowning her.
Are you surprised?