She
lost her bretherin,
She lost her guiding light,
In a war that
wasn't hers to fight.
She lost her friends, but she killed most
foes,
She was confused,
Who should she believe?
She was
scared, what if she lost them?
The remaining three.
He was
nearly killed,
It almost crushed her heart,
But when the dust
did part,
He was there,
There with she,
She, the warrior and
the remaining three.
Him, the twins, and she
The souls of the
other five did fly,
For they never truely died.
And then the
broken polluted sky,
The sky did cry,
But they weren't tears,
It was rain,
Rain that washed away their fears,
The fears
of she, the warrioress,
She, and the remaining three.
