Prompt: Fire Burning
Good Girl
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A fire burns behind her eyes,
a fire of heat and scorn.
She looks at me with those pale blue eyes
all hope has been forlorn.
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She has no mother or father
and her siblings are all dead.
She has no home, no country,
and no path with which to tread.
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Hatred burrows deep inside her
and tears out all regret.
Any love she might have felt
is gone without a fret.
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She is the bitter vengeance,
a punishment they say.
An inevitable death
on whom pleas will not sway.
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When she decides to take up arms
one day when she is older,
few can possibly deny
how righteous is her fervor.
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She is a product of her time,
a creation not intended,
but with such fire burning,
how can we ever mend it?
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A gentle hand, a warm heart,
these things can take some time.
But without patience she’ll run
headlong to some crime
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Against her own people
or strangers, she will fight
because fire burns the brightest
when good kindling sets alight.
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