Crumbling towers
that once stood tall,
Her finest hours
only to fall.
The girl held the wonder,
The future in her hand,
Ignoring the whispers,
She held her stand.
All around her, walls streaked with grey,
The soldiers grasped onto what was dear,
Just before it slipped into the fray.
They told her to leave this all for them,
Warriors who would kill and strike,
But she told that love could not condemn
The two worlds alike.
“I am torn apart by this waging war
With little left but for our lore,”
She did say days before,
Her final words she swore.
Crumbling towers
that once stood tall,
The dwindling powers
To bend and crawl.
Her eyes formed black,
Darker than night,
Her body went slack,
Just before their plight.
Running forth the men went!
Barreling over the earth-dent!
The men stomped and stormed
Over what little life was left:
Flowers turned dusk,
Trees turned husk.
Then, out forth it came,
The final sacrifice of the girl,
A hundred boundless flames
A burning storm in a whirl.
Life escaped her narrow lips,
Onlookers from afar bewildered
As she rose into the sky eclipse
And the death-revenge delivered.
Chaos, eruptions, a thousand quaking nights.
Plague and terror, pain and suffering from her fights.
Then, as it ceased, a light was born.
Out from the ashes of her sunken thorn:
A beauty flew into the darkness.
Blinding! Death erased, purity formed!
For the first time a light was shone
To bring good to the evil-prone.
Wonder and light filled their hearts
As survivors laid down their arms.
Broken pieces and laid-out parts
Came together in a world of charms.
They each smiled, and two became one
As simply as one became nothing at all.
