the flame flickered,
her expectations turned to ash

the scarlet drop fell from her lip,
and rested on her thigh

she tried to smile,
but the pain took over

salty tears stained her cheeks
stinging her bruises

she thought a crusade was what she assembled

an anarchy was what the naive girl truly had

piece by piece that anarchy broke, leaving it's pieces to sting

she closed her eyes,
and slipped into darkness

never opening her eyes again,
at least not as wide

the flame flickered,
and the red hood burned

betrayal/naïvety