The Third

Flame-blood runs true in Granddaughter’s veins, so

Like her forebears as to surpass, exceed

Even their strength and glory. All she needs

Is thrill, excitement, danger; she breaks through

Barriers like gossamer, she destroys

That which displeases. Haughty pride, heiress

Of violence, true daughter for an Empress,

Strewing lives and fates like discarded toys.

A strange innocence, bizarre purity,

So unfettered and free, every action

Natural, no thought revisited. She

Heeds only standards of morality

Which she writes, mandates of war and passion,

Both sinful, blood-knowing, and naïve.