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©️ Jessica Papenfuß Trapped in the fog In the darkness she wanders alone For centuries trapped in the mist In the gloom she where no light has shone She speaks of cruel injustice Of the hungry fire that burns so bright, Of ash and smoke, of crowds that cheer. While she was tied up so tight. Full of boundless hatred, she sheds no tear She still demands justice, she seeks redemption. In the moonlight she reveals her face to me. She does not hesitate to mention What caused her endless agony. She is desperate and unaware, of how long she has walked among the mist. Trapped in the dark where no one seems to care  She can´t find peace, she can´t find rest. I can´t undo the horror of her past  She wants a monument bearing her name to last I can´t give her what she wants in her vain I can only try to explain That a handmade piece of stone can´t conceal, What only time can heal. Therefore she continues to walk In the shadows, she still tries to talk because she will and can´t let go. But she needs to listen, needs to know If she doesn't leave this place, she will never heal or regain her grace. Whenever darkness falls, she cries out for salvation. Her loneliness is part of her damnation. Her hair red like the embers of fire, Her white dress glows in the dark so dire. Always restless and without hope. She holds onto me like I´m her rope She searches her way, a spiritual projection, but no one will understand her craving for connection. She is still trapped in her own world, Only seen by the ones who are bold to look behind the thick veil of our reality. Where she will wander for all eternity. She sends me symbols of her fate. Of large black nails, her escape into the night, Of men who pursue and who violate Her body and soul  - until her heart died. She mixed herbal tinctures and poisons meant to free women from men. She wanted to help, she had her reasons But she caused harm and was to blame. A mound of straw has sealed her fate, she was burned alive, but did not scream. Her eyes now black, are a staring gate She demands her memorial — a repeating theme. I can´t give her what she really craves, she refuses my help, so she wanders away. Cause I could only listen, but I can´t dig her grave, until she opens herself or she will go astray. Time has past and centuries flew by, Where her wings forgot to fly. She still relives her curel demise, That no one can bear - that terrifies. She still sleeps, yet is awake, Her lonely burden and she can´t escape. Whenever darkness falls, she cries out for salvation. Her loneliness is part of her damnation. Her hair red like the embers of fire, Her white dress glows in the dark so dire. Always restless and without hope. She holds onto me like I´m her rope She searches her way, a spiritual projection, but no one will understand her craving for connection. She is still trapped in her own world, Only seen by the ones who are bold to look behind the thick veil of our reality. Where she will wander for all eternity. She is alone, where fear suspends, Revenge and madness are her only friends. The pain of her past still echoes in her soul. She wants peace, but her hate consumes her whole. As an observer, I will sustain, Her anger, her fury, her endless pain. Whenever darkness falls, she cries out for salvation. Her loneliness is part of her damnation. Her hair red like the embers of fire, Her white dress glows in the dark so dire. Always restless and without hope. She holds onto me like I´m her rope She searches her way, a spiritual projection, but no one will understand her craving for connection. She is still trapped in her own world, Only seen by the ones who are bold to look behind the thick veil of our reality. Where she will wander for all eternity. Whenever darkness falls, she cries out for salvation. Her loneliness is part of her damnation. Her hair red like the embers of fire, Her white dress glows in the dark so dire. Always restless and without hope. She holds onto me like I´m her rope She searches her way, a spiritual projection, but no one will understand her craving for connection. She is still trapped in her own world, Only seen by the ones who are bold to look behind the thick veil of our reality. Where she will wander for all eternity.