She looked on with angst in her eyes,
Why was everybody adapting to the path of silence?
Who was going to defeat the demons in their own arena?
A fire swished through her veins,
Her heart thumped as though a giant walking the earth.
The deafening sounds of helplessness re-echoed in her head,
She shook with the suppressed urge to take them down.
But her tiny hands and feet were bound,
Bound by shock and inexperience.
Years through, she kept burning.
She was no longer a maiden to their arena.
The world she felt no longer deserved her trust.
The day arrived soon again, Deja-vu.
She scrutinized the crowds for a face that seemed on the verge of action, But found none.
Her hands shook with restrain,
But this time she no longer withheld, she burst out of her bubble.
A force of nature, she bolted ahead tearing through the crowds,Climbing the fence.
Possessed she hurled into the demons every ounce of strength and every piece of defense.
The crowd awakened from its self-imposed trance.
A face and and then another followed her, breathing strength from her courage.
The demons did not run screaming for their lives,But had to stall their assaults.
Retreating into their caves, unable to add a feather to their caps.
She looked on with eyes spitting fire sizing up the devils, as she knew they would return.
Balled fists unclenched and a ray of hope crept into her heart,
A sense of fulfillment engulfed her as her gaze pierced the eyes of her fellow on-slaughters.
She found the faces she thought she never would and learnt the art of trusting again.