As I accept
Her power,
A surge
Of colors
Devour me.
Eternal power
Flowing
Through my veins.
When I wake
From the burst
Of power,
I find myself
Nearing my final
Breath. Automatically,
I know the power
Is my only hope.
I command the Britannia men
To take their lives,
Thus keeping mine.
They point their guns
At themselves
And die proudly,
Oblivious to
The power.