She stares straight in front of her.
What ever does she see?
It isn’t books or quires old
Though she’s in the library.
She sees a time of war and despair.
Glooming trials and fates.
She knows that evil will surely come
For those who sit and wait.
She hears the cries of wounded prey
And cover up her ears.
She pounds her head to drown them out
Relinquishing all her fears.
She thinks of friends and loved ones
In the hands of wickedness.
A pain is surging trough her.
It clutches at her chest.
She buries her face in her arms
Her head is starting to spin.
Whispering at the top of her lungs
She screams a hurt within.
She feels the warmth of tears
Running down her cheeks.
She’s glad that no one hears her
And sees that she is weak.