A Hero dies in her eyes, and a sick disease has taken her place
She sways, so confident, so brilliant and coy
It makes her betrayal all the more shocking
Her words, so harsh and unforgiving, so reprimanding
they shake her to her very core, what she believed in
Could it be, in fact, true?
She doesn't get to know, for the words are already out of her mouth
She speaks of execution, of pain and judgement
the others do not heed her
the horrible truth spins through her head
she is already a corpse, walking through life like it's nothing to her
all just a game, or something that's day to day with no joy or emotion
Exile! Or worse, she speaks
But now, the memory drifts away, and she's back in her own room
silent and solemn
quite in her meditations
and betrayals lingering in her mind like a shadow of a former friend