Black Widow

 And in that moment she died. 

This death was not physical, it psychological and borderline spiritual. 

This death freed her of all the chains that tried to hold her below

Death rid her of the pain and baggage she had been carrying giving her instead intense determination 

With one final dagger to her heart she set what once was on fire 

As the flames rose so did she, a new being 

Out of the flames came a woman with no fear

With her once soft heart turned cold, no man would ever break her again. 

She would sit on her thrown atop the ashes and rule her empire as the queen she was born to be.