Born in innocence, a life so pure,
Taken by darkness, stolen for sure,
A child's laughter silenced in the night,
Sold to the shadows, far from the light.
In the hands of strangers, no one to care,
A life of pain, no escape, no prayer,
Abused, broken, her spirit torn,
In a world of hate, a leader was born.
She rose in power, cold as stone,
A queen in a kingdom where mercy's unknown,
She killed the man who bought her soul,
A debt of blood, a heart turned cold.
She sought her family, in hope, in vain,
But their joy turned to fear, their love now stained,
They saw the darkness she'd become,
And in their eyes, she was no longer the same.
Rejected, betrayed, she took her stand,
Their blood on her hands, like sinking sand,
But even in victory, she found no peace,
Haunted by shadows that never cease.
Now she rules the shadows, fierce and strong,
In the dark where she feels she belongs,
But in her heart, a girl remains,
Lost in the night, bound by chains.
A tale of sorrow, of pain so deep,
In the silent nights, she's the child who weeps,
For a life unfair, a twisted fate,
In the shadow's grasp, it's too late.