Freedom

She has become a victim of fate.
Her happiness was taken away from her,
And became incinerated into ashes of despair.
The confident image she portrayed,
Has disappeared along with the wind's breath.
Now she is nothing but a slave puppet,
Being manipulated by darkness and vengeance.
With few strings attached to her body,
She cuts them off from her body,
To break free from her cursed fate.
She spreads her wings out into the cerulean sky.
Wings of a seraph.
She emancipates herself from gravity,
And soars into freedom.