A lone outsider
An Exile of God
Revered by the sinners
Hold the saints in awe.
Flaming dark hair
A person to kill
Revered by the sinners
Send all saints chills.
Bottomless gray eyes
A person to weep
Revered by the sinners
A memory saints keep.
Translucent white skin
A ghost of the past
Revered by the sinners
Hold saints 'til the last.
A mysterious name
A person not known
Yet revered by the sinners
From the saints she had flown.
Naive of the evil
A person once good
Revered by the sinners
When saints no longer could.
Alone for awhile
A person of tears
Revered by the sinners
Born from saints out of fear.
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