She had dreams that soared the sky,
Now chained, tears running dry.
Impaled through her tender, soft skin,
Impregnated by evil, a terrible sin.
Months and weeks, a prey for all,
Hungry demons who spared no soul.
Bit by bit, she died inside,
Grief and pain swallowed her whole.
Her body crumbled, broken and bruised,
Her face, a sign of constant abuse.
Her child was born, her heart was torn,
Still no one could make her mourn.
A war was fought with no arms in hand,
Silently battling the monsters inland.
Exploited and ruined, as blood was laid,
A heroine was built, a sacrifice was made.