Shattering.

And she stands even as the mountains crumble at her feet,musky hair flowing in the wind,she knows everything. And if you gaze in her sinful eyes and find no remorse for what she has done,be not afraid,for the eyes she's wearing aren't hers,nor are the expression,a true tragedy, not even owning her own body. A warm light envelopes your back,and there is,a tale full of love,war and bloodshed beginning,But in the end,when empires shatter,mountains crumble and the gods fall,there she will be,for Alora never dies.