Stranded in chaos
the ship of the air
crashed
the morbid ambiance surrounds Fox
blue glaciers are her scenery
frozen in temperature and in time
she is trapped in the middle of sunken ice
as a heroine it is her duty to combat
all the surrounding evil in Crass
her hands strong
her violet lips pursed together
she looks at the demons’
eyes of malice
she doesn’t comprehend all of this
she looks down in dismay
her wrists are tattooed with bravery
she has come to find meaning
complacency is out of the question
in this vulgar world
where love is absent
and only beasts are prevalent
she pulls out her enormous sword
from the now empty sheath
slicing evil and misery
one by one
she feels fearless
relieved
and vindicated
once and for all
Amber is the Color of Her Energy 