The Soul of a Child

Locked away in the shallow depths of her soul lurks a torment that burdens her mind. Her icy heart burns as these memories dance tauntingly within her; tear trail down her cheeks, peeling away the mask she applied earlier that day revealing the truth that lies within. This hardcore woman is turned to a sobing pile of mush when her mind takes her back to that day. Back to the day when she gave up her first chance at motherhood, and now she falls to peices before the soul of her unborn child.

~* Lady Blackthorne