Disgrace. Dishonor. Attaint. VS. Redemption

She stands there.
At the end of the road.
Broken and Beaten.
Shattered and Forgotten.
By the ones who said they'd always be there.
By the ones that said I'll always care.

What is the word.
Right. Secluded.
Unwanted and pushed aside.
She couldn't even dig down deep.
To find her pride.

And as she stands in front of all those shadows.
Grave and degrading.
She looks up, but only to see disgrace, dishonor, attaint.
All standing on the stairs.
Their eyes, darting back and forth.
Shooting evil glares.

Step forward.
Disgrace.

Disgrace, starts off first.
Quietly but firm.
"She's lost in it. Now is the time to take advantage." He tells them.
"She's a fallen creation.
Put out of grace and favor."

Step back.
Disgrace.

Step forward.
Dishonor.

Dishonor has only one thing in mind.
To show her, these failed attempts. To slap her with her used and bruised honor.
He lets her know who's boss.
And then sends her identity out the window.
Toss.

Step back.
Dishonor.

Step forward.
Attaint.

This is where her final judgment is upheld.
"She will be condemned by this sentence" He reads...

But before Attaint can accuse her of everything she's done wrong.
Redemption walks through the door.

"Drat. Almost had her boys." whispers Disgrace.

Redemption slowly steps to her side.
And among Disgrace, Dishonor and Attaint, he lies his hand on her shoulder.
While her tears begin to fall.
His soft, silent spoken whispers are louder than Attaints.

"I love you." He whispers.
"You're my child. I forgive you."

Slowly the hands of Disgrace,
Dishonor,
and Attaint begin to fade off her shoulder.

She now stands at the end of the road.
In front of her is Redemption.
Cause this for her,
is Redemptions new road.