Burning

In a proud fire

she burned

clad in ashen righteousness.

Martyrdom-

she never sought

it found her

clenching fairness

from the game.

Winning

was always the goal

but being right

left a scorching heat

melting away all the victory.

Standing alone

with her prize

she wondered

if a curse had not been

bestowed upon her

as she blew the ashes

into the still air

suffocating in their

lingering dust-

 And the years still

 remained the same.