She Stands

She stands, with all her beauty and grace
Remnants of an ageless face,
A surviving trace of a forgotten fight,
Hidden from it in a sheltered life.

She never has to endure the sins of the world,
She has always been such a clueless girl,
Hearing the stories, but kept away,
Still wanted to go, feeding the urge to investigate

Finally off but all alone,
New familiarity of being without a home,
She takes a look at the world she has missed
And watches it burn with a twinge of happiness.

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