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Dolorous Haze

Sweet silence surrounded the slumbering girl,
So dainty and pure in her sleep.
That mere hours ago she'd torn streets asunder
Seemed odd as her state looked so weak.
She turned in her drowse, yet strapped she kowtowed,
Manacles clasped at her hands and her feet;
An eyelid slipped down, she awoke with a scowl
As memories returned of defeat.
A struggle began as she tugged at her ties,
Loosening chains that were best left alone.
Her eyes met mine as she fought her new foe,
Glaring in frustration she moaned.
Assessing our strengths, I lashed out at will,
Ceasing when at last she was prone;
As a wind swept up and scoured the walls,
I was battered and cowed by her blows.

In one swift moment, her power subdued as she gasped and fell once more,
A sweat broke out o'er her bruised physique as her store of power ran dry.
I tried to calm her though her body stiffened and convulsed on the floor,
Her eyes rolled back in her head then focused as she loosed an unbridled cry.

She calmed and looked into my eyes and began to explain her plight,
With both parents lost, all alone Mireille had to beg and steal to survive.
She had been taken in by a family who shamed and abused her rights,
Denied love and friendship, even of her mother tongue she was deprived.
Departing in the dead of night to visit her father's grave,
She arrived to find the headstone defaced and the coffin smashed and profaned.
Expelled from her home once more, all her possessions thrown away,
She fell into my power but her father risen had sent her insane.

The pieces finally fell into place,
She looked behind me and saw him standing there.
His eyes conveyed deep, lasting shame.

Mireille looked away as Velnias stood by,
His history filled in caused his thinking to fly.
He asked her his name, she replied with a sigh,
“Žydrūnas,” she said, his mind reeled in delight.
His true name reclaimed, he returned to the brood,
The leader once more led an ebullient mood.
Mireille was aghast, she could aught but conclude
That her days were numbered before servitude.
She decided to flee, making haste to afar,
She would use her finesse to carve her own path,
She found a new home, with a gleaming red star,
Her acuity now to precede the bloodbath.

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