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.