The real hero
As she steps into broad daylight, her black chestplate glistens. The waves crash, sparkling her platnium dagger. She stares out to sea, her emerald eyes mimicking the ocean. Her arrows clatter as she twists. Her eyes waver, begging for someone to understand. Only, they dont. But, if you dare look long enough, someone full of hope will blind you.
BY IRIS. D yas
As she steps into broad daylight, her black chestplate glistens. The waves crash, sparkling her platnium dagger. She stares out to sea, her emerald eyes mimicking the ocean. Her arrows clatter as she twists. Her eyes waver, begging for someone to understand. Only, they dont. But, if you dare look long enough, someone full of hope will blind you.
BY IRIS. D yas