WOULD THE STARS CRY
by some mad person
Would the stars cry,
Would the ravaged plant weep?
Would willows mourn upon the lake
Where she was laid to sleep?
An Ancient bloodline put to rest:
Their heiress breathes no more.
Gone is the Cetra, her graciousness,
And centuries of lore.
Emeralds filled with spirit once,
Dulcet was her voice
Each woeful day embarks unkind
As when she made her choice.
She chose a brutal destiny,
An ultimate sacrifice.
Embraced her star-cross'd coming,
Unafraid to give her life.
Why she left, she never told
They searched but were too late.
Final prayers issued forth before
His sword had sealed her fate.
The blade plunged mercilessly,
And yet she felt no pain.
Those soulful eyes, they slowly dimmed,
Never to smile again.
No less than a legend
She perished not in vain.
Salvation was her rationale,
For humanity she was slain.
She shone in peerless radiance,
And in death, is resplendent still.
Her courage is only testament
To her incontestable will.
The seas of time may heal
But scars are an eternity
Your comrades persisted in your wake
And claimed your victory.
Rest soundly, beloved angel,
Unveil your wings and fly.
Your body may never rise again
But in our hearts, you'll never die.
Written Jan 2000.
A/N: I will always keep this poem here because this was how my brief life as a fic writer started. Also, it's always funny to read this over a decade later for laughs. :) Seriously guys, I was thirteen and full of hilarious angst.