Keira

“Don’t you dare pity her.
She traded a suffering soul for a throne of bones.
She exchanged watchful eyes for a court of her own.
The seasons of the earth depended on the very breath she took.
She had death wrapped around her fingers and spring at her beck and call and the ruler of the heavens tasked with finding her.
She turned the world upside down to find freedom.
The daughter of flowers escaped her prison made out of roots and thorns and became the queen of death and forged her new home out of shadows and power.”
― Starlight Poet, The Space Between the Stars and Our Eyes: A Collection of Short Poems