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.
