Written by: Janna Louise Ong
Art by: Jean Orme
Carved finely as a doll,
From head to toe, flawless yet dull,
Since then, her voice had been lull.
Existed only to be the epitome of null.
Beside him stood an accessory,
Heeding to his endless necessity.
Mere decoration was what they see.
Will she be able to run free?
Odds against her favor,
But she who needs no savior,
Lead her destiny, knocking at her door.
Freedom within her grasp, unlike before.
Speaker of mind, not guilty of a crime,
A false prisoner in chains for a long time.
To dare escape for the better is to climb
The peak where she can be in her prime.
Standing is a woman of her own,
How the sun shines even when alone.
In disguise is a queen on the throne,
Reigning in a world of the great unknown.
