The Princess of Chaos

Her eyes held the fire
of the burning of souls
with the single tear
of the scar that won't heal.
Her clothes drape, mangled
over rage given form.
Her smile sly,
she knows exactly what she's doing.
Abandoned in her own mind,
worshipped by the masses.
So pale,
so deadly,
so beautiful,
wrapped in the light of the moon.



Your eyes seemed saddened, Amani
but it will all be alright.
revenge is the sweetest taste
next to the blood of those from the light.