She let the burden fall upon
Her tiny shoulders
And though she winced beneath her words
Of strength and valor
She walked ahead and let the people
Chant her tales of
Battles won and broken bones
And scars that sold her
Soul to God of war and blood
A price too low for
The holes her heart now bore from all
The shots that brought her
Sanity to edge where sense was
Only made of
Her love for lives not hers to call
But hers to live for
She let herself disintegrate
For sake of rest all
She conquered all the wars she fought
And lost herself for.
- Rati
