Bringer of Sorrow

Her hands feel like ice as she shears the bolts that hold her tight. The pain that fills her inner being has her in an internal flame. 
Peace is where she will find him. Pain is not her dwelling but it is the place of toxic gases that fill her head. She doesn't know where to go but she knows she doesn't belong. What will become of this beauty? 

Kiss the dagger and show no pain! 

She is the flame that has flooded the white sands.
She will not see the coming, but will bring the coming to them. Wise she once was but her canedness keeps her heart at bay. She is the cancer that sits on the throats of man. 

My lesson to you my friend, keep her dagger far from you. She will only spew the fire of hate among you. Learn the lessons of the old, for they will keep you safe.