She stands on the clifftop
her hair fluttering in the storm ahead
she is the hope where none has been
the last hope of spring

Her gown is of black and red
she does cry for all the dead
hurting inside breaking into tears
for humanity she does fear

Once she was one of them
did die like some of them
then she found the light
a most fantastic thing

Double dare was the game
salvation was her aim
her suffering she pleads she could cope
in the late spring of hope


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris