You must stop thinking about her
Always another, blame, shoulder
Victim for whim of the great grey
Alpha and moral, truth to say
Spirit from fight of unity
Forest rose, yes, blue she could see
Appreciate it when you drink
Nickname's namesake, with bottles clink
Color the wolf you find within
Destined to fight workers of sin
Those enemies, the packs, there fought
Word allusion, easily wrought
And she, what small, among her pack
Fight right, fall back, "Small boys attack"
Some blood, fatigue, symbolism stop
The senses failed, morale, no drop
Was not her soul, inside that cracked
Stumbled, and they, to her, attract
Her legs failed her, no surrender
Blue clear, to her all else a blur
Fight left in her, gladly showed all
Then one last pain before her fall.
As she that gave it did not sigh
Saluted her, her head held high.
Why does her memory to us fly?
Focus instead, Who's in the sky.