The night drags on as the moon tracks the hour. Sleep remains ever elusive. The dark pulling forth every painful memory, every angry word, every heartbreaking picture from locked deep inside. Only surfacing to torment an already troubled mind.
She paces the midnight hour as she waits for the dawn. The joyful pinks and the brilliant purples that will light the coming sky, lending hope to a new day. A hope she no longer feels.
The world beckons for one more fight, one more clash for freedom. She knows what one more will do. One step closer to heaven. She knows the life she lives has taken its toll. Right or wrong she knows they need her, they call for her to lead them. She won't fail. She gives all she has left.
She inhales as she makes her stand, with tears in her eyes and a hole in her chest, her blood seeps into the ground as she casts her circle of fire. One more battle. She steps into her own hell and whispers to the scorched earth, Mamma, your daughter is tired.
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