The Becomming

She sat silently in tears
the dagger still pertrudding from her back
the blood that once ran thick and red
now dribbled blackened ooze.
Alone she sat in tears
the final betrayl commited.
She wasn't going to live like this.
She knew she couldn't stand for this.
She was better than this.
Her sword she held tight
and she wrapped the petty
into the night
and planned for the world to burn under her power.