Moonless nights behold her pain

They reflect her inner void

Surrounded by liars, she understood

The world is too deaf

to hear her cries

Every passer-by spitted  upon her

The judgments and shame,

do burned her heart

But she was a warrior and not coward

A knight who fights in daylight

For the world she's a slut

full of dirt and sinner's ash

But out of those ashes, arises a hero.

~Amorura

A poem about a sex-worker who was burned with social norms but she's no coward and a warrior she knows how to arise from  ashes unto which she was burnt earlier.