born in war


She was born in the throngs of war.

Cries of fevor ringing through battlefield.

They prayed for salvation.

Her eyes opened.

They clamored to be freed.

She freed them.

They begged for the bloodshed to end.

Hands, smooth and pale, reached out.

Blood splattered across her fingers.

The silence was deafening.

She smiled.

But her eyes were hollow.

They prayed for salvation.

And she delivered. 
 
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