Her hair falls like a veil,
Dark and lustrous, like the iron cages of hell,
Guarding an ever-hungry, all-consuming inferno.
With screaming eyes and muted feet,
She stalks through the forest,
Hands ever clawing, limbs ever aching,
Creatures shuddering as she passes.
The ache tires the evil within,
Keeps what lurks in the darkest of hearts at bay.
Should she stop, and glance around,
She would ruin all.
She has done enough,
Turned the earth black as soot,
Burned the skies and poisoned the rivers.
Malevolence, they named her.
Humanity, she named herself.