dark clouds gushing over the horizon
hellhounds on loose
there she laid wearing a dreadful smile
eyes longing to be hounded

she ain't valiant
she ain't naive
she is aware of the grim prophecy
but wearied from all the fights

waiting to be engulfed
either by hounds or by dark clouds
wanting to fade
painted as a blank canvas

remembrance a sin
for the pain, it might bring along
wishes her heart to beat
bestowed with a smile and no woe

pricked into bones
torn skin of scrimmage
limping over to the lake
reflecting the cast
drowning peacefully
as if hypoxiation was the solace she longed for.