The song of liberty in her young soul
was loud
Banging her fragile soul in violence
While she froze in silence
The sound of silence tickeled her head
insanely insane she could hear voices
A distant call
All she had to do was to make choices
In a fashion
so vivid with no motion
She had everything to give but her emotions
She was motionless In White
She was going nowhere without a fight
The conflict of interest from demons
Encroaching side rogue
Carefully paying attention to the Vogue
Her circle of trust was diminished
Rather finished
With her favorite human being
Being her weakest link
Everytime he could blink
She could move an inch
Her interest was her biggest weakness
Her biggest concern
The beauty in that being
Was indeed Devine
Supernaturally fine
And left her motionless in white
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