She Wears A Cloak

She broke out and met the eye of the storm 

Would they get mislaid in the place she comes from?

She grabbed the sword, her hands were shaking 

The time was high, she escaped the chasing.

Flashbacks tell us a story of the arch-enemies 

The chasers traced the bloodstains and they walked on the path of vanity 

They found a place where they could hear the desperate screams of insanity

She wears a cloak, she's an escaper. 

The headlines screaming out her name 

The wine and dine raised her to fame.

She is the face of the trending scandals 

The curse the witches chant while they lit up the candles.

She was walking on a tightrope and she lost her balance

She took the wrong step to make the story make some sense.

The skeptics use her name to rhyme it with bad influence 

She had the time of her life being an acclaimed nuisance.

The hunters found the cloak, she was caught 

The cameras flash on her face every time she goes out 

How will she manage the twist in the plot? 

They say that she's a traitor, she's a pretender 

Was she wrong or was she just loud? 

Was she wrong or was she just a subtle savior?

She was an occultist who saved us from a disguised priest 

She was mistaken for being a phantom who killed the exorcist.

She was a vigilante who tried to end the stories with justice 

She was mistaken for the villain who gets defeated when the fiction ceases.

She grabbed the sword, the time was high 

She surrendered with a helpless sigh. 

She dropped the sword, she was on her knees 

The uproar tones down, was she exposed or is she free?

She did not justify herself.

All she did was surrender.

She wears a cloak. 

She is an escaper.