Yana


Robin's breast, fire's flame,
Melts frost from its domain.
Pulls the light out of the sky,
And tells a tale where truth should lie.

Bleeding heart, why so sad?
Pulsing, dying, going mad...
A bold, blue blade sunk within
Tears apart her glowing skin.

Her body writhes and turns about,
Flailing, screaming, crying out.
A hand holds firm on her seam
And tears apart her fiery dream.

Screams are heard from miles away,
Darkness brings a deathly fate.
Strong arms close around her chest
And heave her to her worldly nest.

Coughing and wailing, but still alive-
The blankets from the bed, she skived.
A shaky breath, a loving tone,
Softly whispers, "You're not alone."

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