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.