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The rain cascaded down with soft serenity, pounding upon a multitude of surfaces as the lone girl trudged down Heaven's ladder. Her steps were unsure, as was her heart as it beat to the resounding drum of the falling liquid; as if a higher force tipped lively basins over the clouds strewn across Earth. Vines curled around the wooden steps, oddest flowers of fluorescent pink bloomed. A tender child locked within a caged beast, waiting the day the rain would cast a glow upon her gossamer wings. Eyes of a heady blue riveted with streaks of silver, striking with fierceness as if her eyes reflected an active storm. Pale skin nourished a healthy glow, as if she had been basking within the sun's loving rays just as the clouds converged above and reflected the grotesque feelings boiling within her stomach. It was hard to read her, body language in utmost perfection to enlist the deception of a happy demeanor when inside she fought horrid battles of self-righteousness and lack of mind.

The soft melody reverberated within one's mind, casting a content feeling to slice through the unforgiving turmoil, her lashes flutter and reveal those beautiful eyes--eyes that tell the truth when she cannot. Raven's feathers seem to color her hair, thick and luscious, curling softly at the tips of her slender shoulders. A broken smile flatters the innocent's features, a story untold lingers in her touch and she inflicts her heart and soul upon another without their knowing; and in turn, leaves apart of her with them. They might never know it, know how she has given up her wishes for their happiness. Those secret tears shed in the bitter darkness to be loved in return, and not feel as if she was the one beside Heaven's ladder, helping you up.

She'll push along, accepting the cruel fate the cards have ruthlessly dealt her. Giving everything and expecting nothing in return. Only with a small glimmer of hope might she write her story within ruins, and find the few who would read them and understand; understand the primal needs that have surfaced with her work. As the melody plays, she dances, dances for no audience but for herself. Sanity slips away into the dark recesses of her mind; numbness surrounds the self-inflicted 'beauty', casting a mysterious light that could only be seen by a select few. To witness her honest, shy smile. That should be a treasure, when she looks at you with unconditional caring and perhaps love; and know that even if you push her away she'll always be there to await your call; happy on the outside and hating herself and her weakness within.

Water has unforgiving as soaked through, drowning her emotions from the inside out as she dances to a tuneless rhythm, one that fluctuates the desired wings seared to her back. A front of apt brutality is often shed away, giving way to someone who cares way too much for their capacity, walking down those dreadful steps of Heaven's ladder. Even Chronos stops to consider her, and Bastet sings her bittersweet lullabies as even some demons are entranced with the warrior that constantly rages within. With the acceptance, she smiles like a loved child as she points you into the right direction, and into a better future. While hers stays oh-so unsure.

She's clearly lost.

The white surrounded her wholly, only accompanied by the trodden flowers that would not die, and Heaven's ladder in which they intertwined upon. Her skin was still pale, and appearance made it so when one glanced her way briefly, it seemed as if she was not suffering from the stillness of this ivory paradise. However, beneath that innocent facade, nestled a sleeping bitterness and jealousy that continued to toil and remain locked up inside. Her emotions are very real, even as she continued to help everyone up into a better future, it was evident she was suffering. Then one day, she was betrayed. It sliced into her heart like the traditional dagger clasped to her shapely hip, making her double over and cringe. Sanguine glory dribbled from her lips, wings torn asunder and lay there, bleeding profusely and tattered into pathetic strips of feather and bone. The vicious intent laying dormant within her was suddenly fueled into fighting harder, smashing until finally it broke free of this unfeeling imprisonment. Dagger withdrawn, its inscription was in some long lost language, its wicked blade jagged with ill desire.

That was when he arrived. Unknown to this male, his company seemed to encapture the girl's fascination. The gods, however, were not pleased with this newfound interest, this curiosity that bordered on infatuation. So, cruel fate tossed the dice once more and sneered into her torn face as the boy proceeded to not acknowledge her existence, save idle friendship. The problem, as they saw, was quickly nipped at the bud and she returned to her duties. It was perhaps years later when he surfaced once more, catching her off guard. Even with the disapproval, both had kept in touch enough to remain friends, and nothing more. This turn of events astounded her, and by the time he stepped down the ladder to join her, those gorgeous wings had grown back, with even more luster. Entranced immediately, her heart dropped and butterflies congregated within the pit of her stomach, replacing those negative emotions with something new....something gratefully different. She enjoyed his touch, his smile and his voice.

Could she be falling? Maybe, but it was infatuation turning into disease, and he was her cure. The gods were again displeased; enraged, actually. They spurned the poor child who found something worth living for, worth smiling to everyone else as she guided them into the right direction... Something that could be hers. Influenced by his own hesitation and uncertainty, they grew distanced once more. For once in her pathetic life, she sought to fully know someone else. Their cons and pros, what made them smile every time and what they liked or disliked. And she wanted to be known, hated how she couldn't tell what lurked beneath the surface. The horrible pain and dreams she experienced with the abandonment of those who sired her. She hasn't cried in years, for fear of weakness. No, the strong girl truly wasn't so strong. And it would have been lovely that there could be someone she could lean into and just breathe out all the hating aspects in life.

Description
The rain cascaded down with soft serenity, pounding upon a multitude of surfaces as the lone girl trudged down Heaven's ladder. Her steps were unsure, as was her heart as it beat to the resounding drum of the falling liquid; as if a higher force tipped lively basins over the clouds strewn across Earth. Vines curled around the wooden steps, oddest flowers of fluorescent pink bloomed. A tender child locked within a caged beast, waiting the day the rain would cast a glow upon her gossamer wings. Eyes of a heady blue riveted with streaks of silver, striking with fierceness as if her eyes reflected an active storm. Pale skin nourished a healthy glow, as if she had been basking within the sun's loving rays just as the clouds converged above and reflected the grotesque feelings boiling within her stomach. It was hard to read her, body language in utmost perfection to enlist the deception of a happy demeanor when inside she fought horrid battles of self-righteousness and lack of mind.

The soft melody reverberated within one's mind, casting a content feeling to slice through the unforgiving turmoil, her lashes flutter and reveal those beautiful eyes--eyes that tell the truth when she cannot. Raven's feathers seem to color her hair, thick and luscious, curling softly at the tips of her slender shoulders. A broken smile flatters the innocent's features, a story untold lingers in her touch and she inflicts her heart and soul upon another without their knowing; and in turn, leaves apart of her with them. They might never know it, know how she has given up her wishes for their happiness. Those secret tears shed in the bitter darkness to be loved in return, and not feel as if she was the one beside Heaven's ladder, helping you up.

She'll push along, accepting the cruel fate the cards have ruthlessly dealt her. Giving everything and expecting nothing in return. Only with a small glimmer of hope might she write her story within ruins, and find the few who would read them and understand; understand the primal needs that have surfaced with her work. As the melody plays, she dances, dances for no audience but for herself. Sanity slips away into the dark recesses of her mind; numbness surrounds the self-inflicted 'beauty', casting a mysterious light that could only be seen by a select few. To witness her honest, shy smile. That should be a treasure, when she looks at you with unconditional caring and perhaps love; and know that even if you push her away she'll always be there to await your call; happy on the outside and hating herself and her weakness within.

Water has unforgiving as soaked through, drowning her emotions from the inside out as she dances to a tuneless rhythm, one that fluctuates the desired wings seared to her back. A front of apt brutality is often shed away, giving way to someone who cares way too much for their capacity, walking down those dreadful steps of Heaven's ladder. Even Chronos stops to consider her, and Bastet sings her bittersweet lullabies as even some demons are entranced with the warrior that constantly rages within. With the acceptance, she smiles like a loved child as she points you into the right direction, and into a better future. While hers stays oh-so unsure.

She's clearly lost.

The white surrounded her wholly, only accompanied by the trodden flowers that would not die, and Heaven's ladder in which they intertwined upon. Her skin was still pale, and appearance made it so when one glanced her way briefly, it seemed as if she was not suffering from the stillness of this ivory paradise. However, beneath that innocent facade, nestled a sleeping bitterness and jealousy that continued to toil and remain locked up inside. Her emotions are very real, even as she continued to help everyone up into a better future, it was evident she was suffering. Then one day, she was betrayed. It sliced into her heart like the traditional dagger clasped to her shapely hip, making her double over and cringe. Sanguine glory dribbled from her lips, wings torn asunder and lay there, bleeding profusely and tattered into pathetic strips of feather and bone. The vicious intent laying dormant within her was suddenly fueled into fighting harder, smashing until finally it broke free of this unfeeling imprisonment. Dagger withdrawn, its inscription was in some long lost language, its wicked blade jagged with ill desire.

That was when he arrived. Unknown to this male, his company seemed to encapture the girl's fascination. The gods, however, were not pleased with this newfound interest, this curiosity that bordered on infatuation. So, cruel fate tossed the dice once more and sneered into her torn face as the boy proceeded to not acknowledge her existence, save idle friendship. The problem, as they saw, was quickly nipped at the bud and she returned to her duties. It was perhaps years later when he surfaced once more, catching her off guard. Even with the disapproval, both had kept in touch enough to remain friends, and nothing more. This turn of events astounded her, and by the time he stepped down the ladder to join her, those gorgeous wings had grown back, with even more luster. Entranced immediately, her heart dropped and butterflies congregated within the pit of her stomach, replacing those negative emotions with something new....something gratefully different. She enjoyed his touch, his smile and his voice.

Could she be falling? Maybe, but it was infatuation turning into disease, and he was her cure. The gods were again displeased; enraged, actually. They spurned the poor child who found something worth living for, worth smiling to everyone else as she guided them into the right direction... Something that could be hers. Influenced by his own hesitation and uncertainty, they grew distanced once more. For once in her pathetic life, she sought to fully know someone else. Their cons and pros, what made them smile every time and what they liked or disliked. And she wanted to be known, hated how she couldn't tell what lurked beneath the surface. The horrible pain and dreams she experienced with the abandonment of those who sired her. She hasn't cried in years, for fear of weakness. No, the strong girl truly wasn't so strong. And it would have been lovely that there could be someone she could lean into and just breathe out all the hating aspects in life.