The Silence Glaive

Her feet press into the sand,
like the portraits of a five-year-old's hands.

Walking off into the dark sunset,
she doesn't mind, everything being reset.

A lethal weapon is held in her hands,
one beautiful thing, makes all ends to demands.

It's red glow calls out,
sending a warning without a shout.

A whisper presses into her ear,
telling her everything she doesn't want to hear.

Tears flow from her eyes,
its story consisting of her silenced cries.

Lowering the Glaive, a black light shows,
and soon the world is covered in its throes.

A word escapes her lips,
"rebirth" in the gentlest of wisps.

The world covered in darkness,
soon is gone, as if it never existed.

Her black wings protect her,
and in her hands are of mortals to be born.

Their souls are to be used again,
all the pain and joys returned within.

Her raven black hair shines brightly,
knowing one day, the future is more likely.