PAIN...

Her surrounding can not calm her rage, for it might destroy anything and anyone in her path.

A force so dark that it sparks her furry.

Side to side, forth and back, she paces and nothing to calm her.

Then a pool of tears streams down her troubled face.

Trying so hard to still her emotions from bursting out.

No word from him; no word from anyone-still.

How much can she bear? How much can he bear?

Taken away from her without a word nor warning; to serve a nation that once tore at her years before.

When her confidence was high and she at her prime.

First her husband, now her child.

The first fogotten and never was she compensated in any form,

now her child has been shipped away from her-gone for far too long.

That one only expects the worse but fears the worst-death.

So she waits; delaying her outburst and pushing aside her restlessness for a clear and sound reasoning;

for she knows the end is near and her actions will be a blur, but this time they will know that-

HELL HAS NO FURRY LIKE A WOMANS' SCORN!!!