Through the spiralling pillars of smoke and light

In Pandemonium, by the sheer will of chance

An artist's child is swept in an adventurous flight

Into peril and grief whilst the mundie girls dance.

Goaded by trust, vengeance, and a cool tawny eye

She will fall in love and search for her mother

Along side her a trio of Shadowhunters ready to die

But to her heart's ache she will discover a brother.

This new world like a sun had shone

To the Angel's life, this girl has gone.


A/N: If you have any input for this whatsoever, feel free to let me know. Also, please R+R.

FYI Cassandra Clare owns the amazing world of the Mortal Instruments and Infernal Devices...not me.