Maiden Of The Night

She holds her head up high with content, appalled by the surrounding world she walks with sorrow and pain etched to her features; she embraces it as if carved into her soul.
Cries of fear, cries of pain echo all around, she must be strong and carry hope if any can be found. Blood-soaked she fights with life yet the devil wants his fix, agony, torment, fear she must squander yet she fights stitch by stitch!
Darkness closes in while souls slip away, this lantern is all she has to fight, a soulless hero it will stay. Its dim light flickering with despair in the soulless abyss of the night, when suddenly, she hears a voice call her name, she turns to face her fight.
Wretched shadows bounce to and fro as the devil collects his keep. Again a voice cries out in anguish "Miss Nightingale, help me, please!"