such a scream it was, it tore the air
and brave souls scurried away in fear
no cry for help this, but of despair
of horror, all trembled that could hear
even she, who laughed at mortal fears
woke shivering from uneasy sleep
and with reluctance left the safety
of the light to search the shadows deep
silence shrouded the city below
bleak, yet broken, a whimpering plea
an anchor of life, and such laughter
that chilled the blood and urged her to flee
‘No!’ she hissed. ‘No coward I,’ and thrust
away the ice settling in her heart
like memory of sunlight she sped
and pulled predator and prey apart
oily black, the figure slipped aside
its wintry breath sharp as kryptonite
‘Come,’ she said, the victim in her arms
‘Let’s get you back, safely in the light’
streetlights flickered, moon and stars concealed
by clouds that boiled with thunder and rain
‘There’s no hope for me,’ the young girl cried
‘Kill me, Supergirl. There’s too much pain!’
‘No! There’s always hope,’ our hero said
scarlet blood between her fingers seeped
‘Not for her,’ a whisper at her ear
‘She is mine. Tonight her soul is reaped…’
such a scream it was, it tore the air
and brave souls scurried away in fear
no cry for help this, but of despair
of horror, all trembled that could hear
Francis James Franklin (Alina Meridon) 
No good deed goes unpunished.
Alas, ’tis so.