The Damsel In Distress

Her red hair sparkles under the breath of the sun Skin fairer than the heavy clouds Eyes blue as pools of stars She finds rest as she sails on the waves of time Her purpose, to bind reality and illusion Safely withering her words she speaks with serenity Words wieghed down with heavy minds As illusion attacks her void body Between her lips lay possibilities Illusion cascades their brutal forms Black streams relay their flow from her eyes Damaged fragments of her soul plummet onto her shoulders As the weight becomes heavy so do her thoughts Her tired hands lay to rest where her subconcious is Her breath pregnant with anxiety Internally her heart beats, externally her heart is mute Nothing left to fight for But eventually reality finds its way into her hope Reality quenches her minds thirst It brings her light into the tomb that was her soul Within her it speaks with authority And volunteers to hold hand with illusion.