In shadowed eyes, a fire burned,
Not warmth, but rage, a world unfurled.
Her voice, once soft, now turned to steel,
A symphony of pain, a story real.
The world had wronged her, twisted her fate,
A tapestry of lies, a bitter hate.
No solace found, no justice won,
Just endless darkness, where light had gone.
So with a spark, a burning ember,
She set the world ablaze, a fierce remember.
From city streets to fields of green,
The flames danced wild, a horrifying scene.
She watched the towers crumble, fall,
And heard the screams, a desperate call.
No tears she shed, no remorse she felt,
Just hollow victory, a heart that dealt
With years of torment, a life denied,
A soul that burned, with nowhere to hide.
The world was ashes, a smoldering pyre,
And she stood alone, in the heart of fire.
