For Allistair
For their memory,
And legacy,
And for the eternal remembrance of lost love:
That of Ornatia and her dear, beloved Allistair.
Unrequited through death,
Yet inseparable through the eternal flames of passion,
Twas' a longing kindled through heroism.
Put out by the final darkness that awaits us all,
Tears shed unseen by the other,
A single rose, fallen in battle.
The greatest sacrifice,
Demanding the utmost sense of loss.
It was at the naivety of society that they both suffered,
A prejudice of origin that bound them as one.
He, having a past of uncertain illegitimacy.
Her, born into the certainty that she was destined to be lesser.
But together they grew
Of mind, heart, and soul.
Fighting inner battles amongst themselves,
And conquering the undeniable evil that plagued their home.
A boy became worthy of the throne,
A true king, to say the least.
A girl left her past behind her,
No stereotype to bind her as any less that a true hero.
But to truly bring any form of end to such a curse,
A sacrifice must have been made.
A life for a life.
Pure hate for pure love.
The sword she plunged through the entirety of the archdemon.
A nation she saved with the last of her breaths.
And a hopeful future she preserved for her beloved land,
As she forfeit her own, the world's fate at hand.
Her body laid still, a grim reminder of what once could have been.
Her companions stood silent in solemn grief,
And each went on their way,
For this was the end.
Nay, her eyes would ne'er open again.
