My armour is flimsy, so thought she.

A warrior was she, a queen, reigning over millions. And yet, here she stands alone, defending what now are mere memories.
Her worshippers have turned away, her lovers gone astray. On her solitary stance, she is losing faith.

The flecks of ashes piercing through her eyes, the tears refusing to fall.
The crunch of the skull and the odd bone beneath her feat, pushes her in deep reverie...

There was a day of flowers and clouds and the sun... oh! the glorious sun..
There was a day of laughter, of shy smiles and coy glances.
There was a day when life was lived, alas! they're mere memories.

All evidences of life lived past have been destroyed, the devils' skulls hang around her.
All memories of love wiped away, says her blood-shot eyes.
She looks over the mound of skeletons left behind, a new moon, and she blinks her eyes.