AN: My Grandfather was a great poet. I hope I do him proud. Please enjoy.
Winter was coming, and the days grew ever short
The nights were chilly, and the days warmed her not
For it was her fate, the fate of that they knew not
To forever be forgotten, to die and wither and rot
But alas the reason they condemned her, had been her saviour many a time
For her body was her best defence, being born her only crime
Abomination they called her, everything and nothing their eyes could say
For they could not understand her, and neither did she till this day
Many winters came and went, an her body became too much for her cell
But no one had said a word, for hollow men tell no tales
Then something fell from the roof, a peculiar doll they had thrown
Unwanted such as herself, she made the doll her own
The doll was her only solace, in a land fill with pain
Where the innocent heroes die, for the god's cruel game
But the days grew ever colder, a fact that even she couldn't deny
She prepared herself for battle, for something terrible was nigh
But she was fighting an invincible foe, one she could not harm
She collapsed from the cold, yet her conscious ever calm
Clutching her dirty doll, she awaited for the end
"Thank you" she whispered, to her one and only friend
First came darkness, and then came light
A miracle in its self, the she hadn't died
A land she had never laid eyes on, was first to greet her
Every constructs covered in white beauty, and it's inhabitance ever kinder
Yet she could not help but feel, that this was her new prison
Ones such as herself couldn't find happiness, without a known good reason
Then it occurred to her, that her doll wasn't among them
Tears came so freely, for she knew it wouldn't be the same
Now she awaits near the exit, her heart filled with ice
For the Age of the Gods to subside, and leave her false paradise
For when the flames finally fade, and only dark remained
She would walk forth without worry, to find that what she called friend.
Do tell me what you think. .