She slammed the door to her room
As she came in
Weeping for the world that was not enough
And engrossing herself in the gloom.
In despair, she saw it
Icy skin, mucky claws and red eyes
Looking, no, longing for her
To see what it defies.
Because she was angry
Because she was in despair
Because she wanted more,
She saw the world rare.
Excelsior, she followed it
Into the never-ending dark
Pausing, just to see behind
What all she abandoned.
As she saw the bright in the gloom
Something fluttered in her
Hope, maybe
Hope from a horror beast, ha.
What world it was
That made her want more
Ahead she went never looking back
From the dark into the bright.
Never did she look back.
Never did she regret.
Never did she fret.
Always the beast stayed in the veil.
So did she.
And she was not afraid.
