This girl is exactly that;
Just a girl
Just a silly child
at
thirteen
years
of
age.
Her
entire world consisting of her
dog, her
grandpa, her
friends. While her friends
are few-
but three in number,
many in heart-
she would do anything
for them.
Would this girl
save the world? I
think not, is what you say.
But watch her, as
she gives everything-
Her dog, to dark he goes,
Her grandpa, to death he went,
Her friends, to the edge they near.
But what could
this girl have done?
She is, after all,
exactly that,
Just a girl,
Just a silly child
at
thirteen
years
of
age.
But much more is this girl, this
Witch of Space,
who gave everything. She
did
not
save
the
world,
how could
she? A hope so
muddled it eluded seeking
eyes, escaped those
broken hearts. It could
not be saved.
But this girl, she did her best.
A girl, raised on rifles and solitude,
faced death in the
Land
Of
Frost
And
Frogs.
Minded her own gardens, grew
her own
pumpkins,
what
could this girl have said?
She never kept
those dogs ears down, never
fell asleep for too
long.
Because this girl will always be-
but never be-
Exactly that
Just a girl,
Just a silly child
at
thirteen
years
of
age.