Her voice was a cry through the chambers of a full heart

Pumping rhythmically its 8 pints of blood

The sound smooth, soft, gossamer

Scraping the ears of all those who would listen

Releasing a tale from the mouths of those she trusted

A tale many had heard

Those who heard, all thought they understood

An epic saga of good versus evil

Where all that was good was stripped from her

A tale where she was left the villain

A thundering scream, ripped from her heaving chest

An unanswered question, “Why?”

Starting over…

Her voice was an echo through the chambers of an empty heart

Devoid of its 8 pints of blood

The sound sharp, cutting, angular

Caressing the ears of those who cared to listen

Unfolding a story trapped within the depths of her soul

A story few had heard

Those who heard, few understood

A story with no hero, only villains

No epic tale of good versus evil

For only evil had left its mark on her

A soundless scream racking her heaving chest

An unanswered question, “Why?”