Darkest wings bring her treasures
magic and power
she would have reviled them
but she did not.
By then she was lost.
It started out small.
Only a little spot
blackened and darkened.
But it was enough.
It grew.
It consumed.
It took away her all.
She was left with nothing.
Left with a darkened heart
and a poisoned soul.
Shadow of who she once was,
take away all she is.
Bring her down
make her nothing.
Shadows are her friends.
In brief respite
she makes her vows
vengeance is her only love.
Killed by her own decisions.
Left alone.
Cold. Abandoned. Hated.
Never enough for her.
She needed love.
She never got it.
Only shadows remained.
Shadows of her past.
And so she left.
The stage fell.
Fire burned.
Shadows.