The Greater Good
A/N: Little poem I was thinking of.
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Our hero, the human,
Who has been reduced to a ruin,
Decided to save a girl,
Instead of the entire world.
Her pink locks and mane,
Were more important than destroying the World's Bane.
Now they rest in peace,
In the far corners of the east.
The world burned in return,
Bringing humans to their knees.
For their food they now earn,
Is given by monsters of the sea.
People work for horrors unknown,
Who without remorse, will bash your skull.
Everywhere people reside,
Only one thing is on their mind.
Will we see another light?
Or is this our last night?