Zelena's p.o.v
Combustible from the very beginning, you were always born to die. Row your boat elsewhere. Outstretched arms of love, silly sweet nothingness. Stillborn dreams, angels in transitioning. These silent screams for help, infant haloes. Needless senseless unjustified premature deaths, fatal brutal murders. A bloody massacre of innocence, nightly swansongs, goodbye goodnight lullabies. Tearful prayers, an insightful view from down below and up above, my immortal. An ever glowing sleeping beauty; a modern day Peter Pan, a modern day Alice in Wonderland.