Destiny Stands Before the Eyes
By Kainen
Flower of Power
The last of her kind
The last of the Guardians
Born of a seed from time
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Light so Bright
Her eyes are the grass
Her body the land
Her heart is the soul of the Planet
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The Grave follows the Brave
Onward is her quest
Friends she does enlist
As death finds her loving enemy
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In a Bed lay the Dead
She ventures toward the truth
Soon she will perish
That . . . lovely . . . Flower of Power