Thread: Wishing upon a star, the perils of her soul

When she wished upon a star on a cold lonely night
A singe glass tear drops on her lap
Attuned with tears, she is enveloped in darkness with fright
Holding herself in still crap

Transitions of time, she was lost in these world forsaken!
Eternal perils of her soul
In chains, of which it suffers greatly holes barren
Thus making her anoint foul

The sky coast clear with no stars sight ahead, this preludes dear
Reminiscing the times reel
Often hearing her cries make a closure within prowess clear
She raised her hand and stares to steel

The eternal perils of her soul in chains of which it
Suffers greatly so deep scars
In this darkness which she lies helplessly, tremendous pit
These lonely red rose rifts afar