Lost Soul.

Every soul lives twice; once to grow and once to reincarnate.
To rise from dirt to embellish itself,
embellish itself with Thy Glory.
This one kept roaming the passages,
of hope.
Hope to attain salvation.
But there lingers the Beast, ready to pounce, following her stealthily.
His grip as dark as death itself, his roar as loud as thunder.
Her agony was lost, cries muffled by the tumult.