A beautiful creature

a being of light

Where she steps, flowers blossom with hope.

her cape, made of the trees and ocean.

Her crown, made of dewdrops and sunshine

her hair, made of the night and day

Her eyes, the purest pearls.

she was the one who created us all,

And in return, we give her a death sentence.

now,

A dying child

darkness surrounds her.

Where she walks, death encloses her entity

her cape is black, made of anger, sadness, hate

Her crown is made of pain and suffering

her hair, now dark as tar and filled with rage.

Her eyes, now two empty dead caves

she was the one who created us all.

Now she screams thunderbolts

yet no one listens.