The haunted soul no longer
She held those
Who wanted to hold her
She listened intently
To what they told her
The world turned
Nothing was new
She grew
A new dawn
Was upon her
She shrugged off
Cunning claws
She found something
Not lost
Her voice
Credence no longer
For control
She shed it
That coiled skin
And everyone
With forked tongues
Her choice.
