Dark Tides

She left as quickly as she came,
Scarring the young girl’s face,
Leaving her to in turn fight; and maim.

She was the reflection,
The poet,
The ideas turned into reality.

She was something forgotten,
Left behind,
Until she could take it no more.

The Monster came back,
Riding on the girl’s fears.
Bathing in her tears.

And then it leered in her face,
That twisted face,
And it told her it’s price.

Peace.
Happiness.
Beauty.
For a soul.

But the girl was strong,
And she held up a finger,
And said “No.”