The woman would wander throught the hallway
Where many were hurt, many were dying
She hid in the shadows, waited for the light of day
To calm the pacients in the hospital lying.
She held the hands of those who slept
With nightmares of torture, nighmares of death
Some were afraid, or just full of regret.
When the time came for their last breath
She held them close, heard their cries.
At the end of their lives, they only cared
If she was able to pass on their good-byes
And she always smiled for they weren't scared
Of her burned scars or her messy hair.
She knew they saw a woman and not the Grim reaper,
Only someone always there smilling, tall and fair.
When their hearts cut off the sound of the beeper
She hoped that even in death they wouldn't know
That she was, none other, than the Burnt Queen,
With skin hot as fire but at heart kind as snow
With scary look but never mean.
Created: Mar 12, 2014Tixon Document Media