The ups and downs of buildings,
And the flatness of bare land.
Smoke rose from the once magnificent city.
Buildings were crumbled,
Homes were destroyed. Exhaustion was etched in her face.
Her amber eyes danced with victory,
But her face held no emotion. Her hair billowed in the wind,
Brown wavy locks wild and free—
Free from the heaviness of accessories;
Free from the crown. Her blood-red dress, torn and dirtied,
Sagged against her pale delicate body.
Her sore body ached all over.
Regardless of her bloodied body,
She felt relief.
It was over.
She looked over the sea of land,
The ups and downs of buildings,
And the flatness of bare land.
Smoke rose from the once magnificent city.
Buildings were crumbled,