• with a heart of steel,
    worn on a tattered, shaking
    shoulder -
    she stands, witness to the moon's
    demise.

    so long as the skies are
    ablaze
    from the timber of dead trees,
    she will fight.
    the nights are full of the suns
    empty cries,
    echoing along the
    broken stratosphere.
    her hair, strands of silver
    and dying white -
    falling, coocooning her
    chained ethereal body.

    building a fire of orange hues breaking contrast,
    she watches the sky bleed colour.
    as streaks of sunset hues paint
    the clouds,
    the white purity of the clouds
    diminish.

    tainted, to fill with mermaid tears.

    how would the world be seen in black and white?
    indifferent, the emerald gems
    of her eyes to be clouded over,
    forgotten in the broken photo frames.
    but yet, they stay imprinted in every
    fortunate fools eyes,
    as her green flames -
    the purgatory of sin,
    the slight fragments of colour in this world.