Ashes of the rebellion,
Sifting like sand through gloved fingers,
The ghost of the men in their blue and silver,
Ringing cries in empty city streets.
Brave men who fought,
Cut down by one they thought their own,
Betrayal of the highest form.
A single warrior,
Ashamed of his part in the chaos,
Heart breaking with the knowledge
Of his dead clansmen.
A single figure stands atop the raging falls,
Stares into the depths,
And jumps.
