The arms of the young girl were bound,
And her legs treated no better.
The thick, monstrous chains dug into her writs,
And burned her ankles.
Chains not meant for a young girl, not at all.
Not meant or her ankles.
Not meant for her wrists.
But for those of terrible criminals.
She was not a criminal.
Just look in her pale eyes, innocence.
She was not a criminal.
Eyes too young to be filled with fear.
But they wanted her dead,
They wanted her gone.
For what? What crime? What offense?
No crime had she committed.
But they knew she saw them,
And they hated it.
It was a secret she wasn't supposed to know.
But she heard them anyway, she always heard them.
The soft, eerie voices,
Voices so heavy with pain and regret,
Always reached her.
Always stormed around her.
Numbing her brain,
Emptying her dyes,
Till she saw nothing but the ghostly mists
Of the spirits, the spirits of the dead.
The spirits- they whispered to her.
Surrounded her.
Enclosed her in the world of the dead,
Till she became part of it.
Webs grew in her hair,
Her eyes grew sullen and dark,
Any liveliness in her was gone,
And all hope of escape disappeared.
For months and years she waited,
Waited,
Waited,
For any hope, any sign.
Countless days had flown by,
Days of pain, days of madness,
Days she dreaded.
Then on that one day she felt a change.
Without a warning the chains all melted,
Evaporated into mist around her.
The world became empty,
And the long lost ability of thought returned to her.
And there were the spirits,
Fully visible, Fully heard.
Surrounding her, pushing her further and further.
Luring her to the window.
The girl mindlessly reached out,
And numbly opened the window.
But there was no earth outside,
And the girl understood.
Light and darkness merged outside,
Stars and Planets,
Beyond time, beyond space…
She had died.
The girl breathed in one last time.
Said goodbye one last time.
To earth.
To life.
She stepped out of the window,
Floated, soared.
And finally joined the spirits she'd known for so long,
Merging herself with the world of the dead.
Now the girl wanders the earth,
Watching and waiting, for countless people…
To meet their deaths.
There she waits…till the end of eternity.
She is known by many names,
Soul Gatherer, Protector of the dead,
Even the grim reaper,
But I know her as Evania, daughter of Hades and Persephone.