Walking through the shadows,
the awful deed could never be erased.

She looked at her bloody hands,
her eyes cold and distant.
The marks on her arms vivid — of the nature she is.
Created as a Firstborn,
before humans ever existed.

Pieces of memory and steps.

She looked at the only thing she could ever protect.
Hatred went through her,
knowing this deed could never be forgiven —
for sins bought by roses.

She looked at the night sky,
like a raven hidden in the forest’s silence,
taking a long breath.
The breeze on her back guided her toward the scent.
In her heart, a pain —
and green emeralds staring through the rain.