Her cries echo through the dimly lit hallway
A crescendo in the growing night
A wounded animal begging for mercy

Will he ever release her from his clutches?
Will she ever find herself to be
the beautiful woman she has become?

She cannot see, though
He will not let her
So night after night it continues
And until someone steps in to help
Her suffering will continue.

Do you have the courage
or will you simply look away as well?

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Glacian, in the year 361 AF.