Blowing past what she doesn’t remember
Lost to circumstances
Well beyond her control.
Once stood upon the top of her demons
Pronouncing them gone
Rewarded for the lost souls
Though none of them were, really.
Took torment to a whole new level
As nothing happening around her
Caused her concern, or dismay.
The origin was the conception
Though some would argue it was well after.
Now that all has been lost to the fire
That built inside her for decades.
Now she sits in the castle she hates
Built with her own two hands
Save for the books littering the room.
Unfiltered words come from her mouth
Ash and soot at her feet
She spreads the joy of what she never had
With those she knows has had it handed to them.
Years pass with nary a sign
Even her aging seems to have stopped
When outside the castle a song is heard.
Pulling back the curtains she sees him
Wonders what he could want
That she possibly does not have to give.
A chance is taken in darkness
Not with haste, but with trepidation
A whisper, the only sign of trust
Let the healing begin.