The blue in her eye fades to a soft gray
As she attempts to understand the storm.
Wondering if maybe someday she could ease this curse
Or maybe now this will be her norm.
She sits a desk right in front of the door
She hated when people came in.
To stop the storm is easier than it sounds
The problem is the unforgivable sin.
She sat once at the edge of the ocean
Wishing life would take her away from all this
Nothing would make her happier than to leave
There is nothing here to miss.
She meets a man with very dark hair
That seems to take an interest in her accord.
He shines lights out in so many directions
But it is his emotions she cannot afford.
Heavy breaths of determination
Meet with the satisfaction that she’s won.
The secret hidden within the mansion
Was that she wasn’t all that much fun.
The traits of a leader are finite
What we lost may be what we see
Nothing that we don’t acknowledge
May want what we believe.
Revenge was on her mind once
So she went to find the chalice
They thought she wouldn’t really hurt them
They had no idea her amount of malice.