She wasn't hopeless. She knew that she had been sent away, away to a land where not even god could reach her.
She was lost from a familiar world that always she had known. To a strange land where the sin was as sweet as the people and a prayer stuck to the tounge like a dried piece of stale and salted bread.
She was in a land where adventure, danger and freedom roamed rampent.
Where men lay with men, and woman did the same. She was no longer bound by the water of the womb but instead by the blood of the convent.
They say she had been punished. She'd beg to differ. For she found solice in the land of the godless.
She was home
