A/N: A poem about Andrea and Amy, as Amy's death draws near. I hope you like it.

Dearest Sister-

Deep breaths in, trying not to sin. To kill is unforgivable, never mind if the circumstances are trivial. Lift the gun and feel the sun, morning has begun. I held you all night and you put up a good fight, you tried with all your might. But dearest sister of mine, it's the end of the line.

Secrets and whispers, forever beloved are you my sister. Row a boat out to the lake, our safety there was never at stake. Reminisce the days and say our peace, mention our fathers memory, none the least. Tie the bait, throw the hook, never look over your shoulder if it shook. That was our time away, and I wish we could've stayed. But dearest sister of mine, it's the end of the line.

Break into a store with a cop, pick up a priceless mermaid prop. Can I keep it, do you mind? It's the end of the world, and it's my find. I brought it back for your birthday, which was moments away. You left for a minute and it all began, there it happened. It hit the fan. But dearest sister of mine, it's the end of the line.
Your shoulder was bit and your face began to fall, right then and there I should've ended it all. After the war was over and we had won, I rushed to the one, the one I loved. My love, my sister, my little one, the damage was done. You were fading, and fading fast. I spoke with you and reminisced the past. You couldn't speak, there was no life left, but I spoke for us both, my sister. But dearest sister of mine, it's the end of the line.

I hooked the necklace around your neck, dreaming of the day we'd be united in heavens sect. Your eyes fluttered open, but alas they were not yours. They belonged to the dead, devouring other was your chore. You reached for me, and I reached for you, time was up, I knew what to do. I whispered goodbye and cocked the gun, you'll never again see the sweet sun. It's over now, and I mustn't scowl. But dearest sister of mine, it's the end of the line.