Fiery mass tumbles to the ground,
The building collapses and everyone dies,
Out from the rubble,
A cloaked figure lurks.
Somehow one person survives,
Though her beauty is scared for life.
Six years latter,
Depression has captured every part of her,
Bow down to the truth and let the scythe penetrate,
Deep into her wrists the blade is thrusted.
From the sky,
A dragon flies,
To insure that death is in store.
