Born of fire, pride, and lust,
This woman comes to live.
Upon the earth that buried her,
By one man and creature saved.
Dusty dark and learning anew,
The fluttery feeling of a heart.
She looks upon the ruin of opulence,
And screams for primal fear.
A jolt, a lurch inhuman gate,
A child learning to walk.
And yet also too quickly thrust,
Into the arms of a knight with killer hands.
Photo Credit: Pinterest - Machuca
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