The one who Fell

Born into a world of treachery,
Forever to live in captivity,
Doomed to a life of obscurity,
As the last Ancient alive in history.

Broken free of the metal grip,
She journeyed on a lengthy trip,
To see the world and far beyond.
Now soon she came to understand,
She was on a mission: to save the land.

The world was under disarray,
Evil, malice, and decay,
No one else could save the day,
She was the last of her legacy.

And thus, without a second thought,
(Another would be overwrought)
She gave her life without a quail,
Trusting her friends, they would prevail.

Her prayer though, was not exalted,
The apocalypse could not be halted,
All hope was surely now diminished,
Her job was done before it finished.

Though at the very last decline,
She channelled the last of her spirit divine,
And felled the rest of the demon malign,
And Holy at last began to shine.

Because she gave her life away,
She'll never see the light of day,
And though she is not here today,
Remember the gift she gives everyday,

Never forget,
The one who died to save the world:
Aeris Gainsborough, the flower girl.