An angsty bit of fic poetry I wrote. There's a private little thing going on here that I can't say. Private jokes are rude. Sorry.
There are tears in her eyes
And there's blood on her hands
She does what she needs
Which are others demands
Her arms are numb
She can't feel her hands
She did what she needed
Which were no-ones demands
One is for all
And all is not for the one
She sacrifices for all
Her job is done
She leans over
Seeing her breakfast again
Knife in her hands
Her sacrifice again
How much must she give
How much must they take
How much can she hold
How much until she'll break
To kill her brother
To break his soul
How could she go on
Knowing killing was her goal
Three hands on her shoulder
Her sister, father and friend
She knows they want to help
But they can't make the wound mend
Her father taught her many things
Like how to throw a knife
How to shoot an arrow
How to end a life
She was taught to be a Ranger
An assassin through and through
To save a life to kill another
It was all that she could do
Her sister's always been there
She'd been family all her life
Though blood was not shared
She'd been there in strife
She'd sentenced her sister
Signed her life away
And her sister didn't mind
She didn't know how much she'd pay
Her friend was the only one
Who'd ever cared for her
Not bound by blood or family
They'd promised to stay together
She didn't know how
He could kill without blinking
She just didn't get it
To kill without thinking
There are tears in her eyes
And there's blood on her hands
She does what she needs
Which are others demands
Her arms are numb
She can't feel her hands
She did what she needed
Which were no-ones demands
One is for all
And all is not for the one
She sacrifices for all
Her job is done
She leans over
Seeing her breakfast again
Knife in her hands
Her sacrifice again
How much must she give
How much must they take
How much can she hold
How much until she'll break
To kill her brother
To break his soul
How could she go on
Knowing killing was her goal
Three hands on her shoulder
Her sister, father and friend
She knows they want to help
But they can't make the wound mend