Her eyes were blue
She was silent
Dressed all in black
A gun at her hip and a knife on her thigh
Hair tied back tight
A thin black choker and a silver chain
Holding a photo in the heart
And there was rage in her eyes
Hot white rage
Her eyes were blue
When they saw her,
No one saw
The hot orange flames framing her black silhouette
The bright red blood decorating the darkness
All they saw was her ees
They were blue