She stands with a curved back
Her sunken face bruised by tears
Shadowed in her clothes of black
Exhausted by lonely years

Spikes are worn around her wrist
Her hair falls as a blonde cloak
Hiding her lips that have never been kissed
She attempts to hide in her coat

Her long trousers soak up the rain
Her shoes are soaked, her feet cold
As she stumbles and splashes into the drain
She senses her anger take hold

Lightning screams, make up crawls down her skin
Leaving only her pure cream face
She resembles a branch; she looks so thin
Then she vanishes with thunder, lacking a trace