Washed away in a sea of disrepair was a wisdom lost before its time,

Deep with a radiant light that warmed everything thing it touched,

As it washed away the pain spread across all I was,

Everything screamed in one voice,

Crying for the loss,

Tears of self-hatred,

Regret,

Suffocating,

Denial,

Blame,

The game turns its head,

The eyes find a target that is not oneself,

And the fire burns towards its victim,

The pale queen,

The privileged child,

The one who must die,

For us all to survive…