Notes
'please,' the gentle spirit begged, her soft cheeks stained with misery.
the chains that bound her burned, worse yet than any fire.
and still they only watched on, all curious onlookers to the torture of the innocent.
in a cage of hell's creation, littered with feathers and painted with her own vile blood she rotted.
long did she await her end, through the seasons and the suns, and the moons and the stars.
never did it find her.
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