And so the girl lost her realm of innocence,
for she had no more spark of luminescence.

Because she had glimpsed the terror of his eyes,
and borne the burden of his overshadowed pries.

Because she had listened to the extent of his cries,
for which she was compelled to tear her own ties.

And so she was brought to her thoughts in torment,
by the bile arising from her throat in ferment.

From the vastness of his oceanic span of control,
which had her eyes receded to an ugly bawl.

As he had come into her life a tornado of hell;
making her personality only a half of its' shell.

And he had made her his own tumbling well,
to which she walked, in which she fell.