Here before time was born
Now the solitary member of a magical race
Colourful soul grown forlorn
The vow of vengeance on her face
Now sitting watching the planet studded sky
She knows she should feel at ease
But she is not and doesn't know why
The reason just out of reach, seeming to tease
She thinks she might know why she feels like this
The death she caused will not bring back her folk
She ensured that her kind, no one will ever miss
Her dreams of retribution most pure, gone up in smoke
Upon this land of death so empty and vast
She now questions the reasons she used
She wonders if she should have stayed in the past
Now understanding she is mentally abused
Realizing now that she can not bring back her kind
She makes a choice and promises not to forget them
Looking for the most suitable tool she can find
She lays down, having chosen to join them.
©Josh West