Red hair, leather, and sarcasm

All of this makes up a woman

Raised in the shadow of the night

Trained to fight in times of battle

Losing her family to the grip of the world

She wants to forget, drowning her sorrows

Yet fate, or something other, will not let her

She lets go of the leash to her dead memories,

yet it's pushed back into her hands

Hands that do not want to grab.

She meets one like her,

as twisted as she has become

She believes that there is hope after all.

The world is not as cruel as she believes it to be

because this person has learned to go on

and make peace with the world

There is hope after all