"Estranged"

Walking slowly through the corridor she came.
The lonesome heroine bearing the flame.
Not one to fear or flee,
She was bent on her purpose, her destiny.

A battle raged, a mighty war
A test of will and strength to endure,
She knew her plight, her coerced end
By lighting the candle, her heart would she rend.

Twixt and twain it would ride
A cursed spirit unable to hide,
Displaying itself for each to see,
Unfettered affection, searching for Thee.

-Becca