Darkness blooms where innocence dies, a fallen queen beneath silent skies. Wings of shadow, fractured and torn, neither forgiven, nor reborn. Gold still gleams upon her chains, a crown of beauty, grief, and flame. Angels weep while demons sing, love betrayed by everything. No heaven calls, no mercy remains, only fire beneath her veins. She walks alone where gods grow blind. Lilith, the exile, left behind. -EyEm