I hear her call in the dead of night.

             Agony she releases.

Her ruined life drowns her young heart in Darkness.

             Her evil brother pains her.

Never forgotten or forgiving for his endless sins.

            I feel her tears in the middle of the night.

Along with the uneasiness of her fears.

            That lay in the shadows.

If her pain was physical, she'd be sliced inside and out from head to toe.

            Her only release is to howl at the stars, the many stars that witness her pain day in and out.

              Hoping one will fall like her innocence did.