She, the fire.

She, the flame,

Yet, at the cusp of darkness , she was the only one to take the blame.

She, the mother.

She, the creator,

The Knights of today , she sacrificed her soul to feed.

Yet, it is their swords that left her to helplessly bleed.

The crows watched the universe weep from a distance

As in this misogynistic hour,

She choosing herself, is everything but a matter of acceptance.

Unseen are the pillars of protection , the pioneers of faith

Out came the real face, off went the mask.

Wasn’t she your deity?

That, I humbly ask.


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