Solitude in Ash

There was fire in her eyes and ashes in her blood. Embers sparked by their lies and destruction like a flood. Charred remains are left behind, jagged cracks in her walls. She believed in all their lines, that they'd never let her fall. Her crown was thorns and broken glass. Her throne was daggers mixed with ash. She vowed to let no one pass. She wouldn't allow herself to crash. Her will was unbreakable, her might and resolve were strong. Her foundation became unshakable. She was meant for solitude all along. She became the villain in their lives. She was the nightmare on their walls. They grew to regret their hasty lies. They waited, tormented, as she took vengeance on them all.