• she shines in the darkest of nights,
    a shooting star for all to see.
    this two-faced woman hides behind
    a golden mask - she is a star,
    known globally, not personally.

    her sunshine-gold hair sways
    behind her, banishing her shadows -
    she is all pure, all knowing -
    beyond apparent corruption.

    that golden halo above her head is real,
    she has endured death, returned from
    the pit of insanity.

    so many have grown used to her mask,
    no one knows her real face,
    the one that weeps, the puppeteer
    of the puppet - pulling the strings.

    with her yellow back-wings, she
    has flown to hell and back,
    flown to heaven and stayed.

    with an expressionless face,
    or rather, mask, now -
    she patrols, our avenging angel.

    nobody knows the agony she feels,
    day in, day out - its constant
    presence like a mortal wound.
    but she is no mortal, so she grits her teeth,
    stands back up again - only to feel
    the next painful blow, again and again.

    repetition isn't always a beautiful thing,
    it seems.

    brushing her white blood off her
    sparkling, lemon dress, she sighs.
    'they never learn, this world is mine -
    the men, the women, the children -
    they are for me to protect
    from your slimy grasps of
    corruption

    and if some fall, they fall -
    they need to know I will
    not hold out a helping hand.
    they can learn independence,
    they can stand on their own two feet -
    they just need to remember how.'

    taking off her pearl and golden mask,
    she drops from the sky, falling
    like she always said she wouldn't.

    as they take a glimpse at her peaceful,
    marred face - they weep.

    she was a star, but she had fallen -
    into the cold embrace of death
    but now, she is at peace.

    no longer at war with herself.
    lying, that one sliver of corruption
    enveloped her.
    but, when she looked at the tear-stained,
    but smiling faces, she smiled back.

    she had to fall, to save humanity,

    it looks like the night came out,
    the stars are shining -
    twinkling in her lifeless eyes.