How exhausted she was Her bones felt like they were made of glass, Shattering as soon as the walls were down. Yet the cold facade never wavered Yet it didn’t stop her As she unleashed herself Her eyes piercing Her lips turned into a sly smirk Was it the dagger or the sword? Or was it simply her presence? That even the All Mighty feared Some say she was heartless Or a monster under the bed The power coursing through her veins Was enough for shattering them all.
Shattering
