Is she too found?
That lost souls go
by dumbfounded
Is she too bright?
That darkness find
it attractive
Is she too good?
That verity find it
too false
Is she too defined?
That the Hades
cannot fathom
For when souls are
lost,
She paved them a
road.
For when the night
is dark,
She showed him the
stars.
For when the lies
prevail,
She fought for the
truth.
For when the hook is
at sight,
She carried you
home.
