The Drain Tank
By Airship Canon
A Solemn Woman of Silvered Hair,
And chilled screams piercing the Air.
Life ends at her command,
Yet, in the chaos,
She stands.
A Soldier,
A Sister,
A Lover,
One day, even, a mother.
She stood alongside her Commander,
Someone who had sworn to protect her,
A man who She Adores
And she knew she'd die for his cause.
Behind her, the cheers of the liberated.
And smiles for the "Lovely Shaman".
In front of her, the enemy-
Numerous, skilled, and lethal.
A mighty force that would soon come to try to break her
But would instead break upon her,
Like a wave against the coast.
In her hands a spell both Divine and Unholy,
It drains the life of those who she opposes
And grants her near immortality.
With her beloved at her side,
She takes the most grievous blows
In stride.
And sheds the pain
In a brilliant light.
Taking the lives of her enemies,
and surviving.
So even with her sorrowful,
yet peaceful countenance
And gentle tone
Of voice
Beware of her—you'll know you've earned her ire,
Should you face her famed Resire.
Author's Note: No, I can't write anything about second-gen FE4 without implying Celice/Yuria- even when I'm actually talking about a weapon. It just can't be done. Sorta like how I can't write anything about ToS and not imply Lloyd/Colette. :P Reviews are appreciated.