Third Acrostic

Runs from room

All around, laughter, their rancor an

Irreparable razing. She strains to restrain her razor fingers, struggles to suppress their search for a

Second scar to smother one sting with another

Evildoer, isn't it sad to see that you'll still never succeed in your endeavor to slaughter her? Yes, she laid dead as her Father's son after the first day, but like Him, on the third she shall

Resurrect