She is a beautiful creation,
Complicated by those askew with the world
Her once neat lines now tangled
and tainted by forces
darker than her light
yet still: she shines
if but dimly lit
a thin shaft of light beneath a heavy, black door -
sealed by a complex lock,
Yet for as long as that dim light creeps
through darkened, frightened halls
Hope; illuminated
To battle the black
To free the light
To unleash the beauty
From the darkest night
Is why we fight
Is why we fight