She walks into the fire as angels weep for their forgotten daughter. Her tears the colour of liquid amber flow from cheek to cheek, her hair the colour of wheat with the feeling of the most elegant silk burns through like paper. She who was once the most innocent of the innocent, as we all were at some point, now burns just as we all will. She who was once the most just of the just, is now the most corrupt, as we all will become. Now and forever more she who was once the Venus, the goddess, the angel of many a mortal man, now burns in the fire created by her fear, her hate, her avarice. She who was once innocent is now nothing but ash scattered in the wind to live on for as long as the world shall live.
I was suppose to write something descriptive for a class.
I know its not smart to put this up. I intend to erase it in a day or two. I don’t have to give it in till next week