As she lay wheeping on the cold dark floor, hair damp with tears and tangled in a beautiful chaotic pattern. One she knew all to well
Memories so alive she can still feel their warmth. Wondering how she still felt anything, knowing how many times the bucket of life had dipped in the pool of her soul and the precious liquid of love and kindness extracted with out care are concern.
As the curtain blew at the window she so violently cursed the moon and stars and even the creator a short time earlier.
She heard that faint sound. Yes she knew that voice that was carried on the wings of the wind.
(Why do you cry my child) don't you know who you're!?
You're a Warrior Queen! Don't you see a mear mortal man
I have not planned for you my love.
NO NOT A ONE