Asher. Asher. A lovely name.
Too bad it was from a game.
Saw a death of one without blame.
After finding out, nothing was ever the same.
Left behind as his sister drew lines.
After letting others fool her mind.
Their guilt was great but they seem fine.
Until they realized the one they left behind.
A suicide, but is that all?
Who was that girl standing tall?
The one who willingly took the fall?
And one who ignored the call?
First life, treated like a doormat,
Framed for fake crimes and all that
Her body laid, cold and flat,
All because of a fake little brat.
Second time, she learned how to fight,
Tried to battle the one with light,
But soon enough she lost sight,
And executed as nobility's blight.
Third time is a charm, they say
But she couldn't have it any other way
Avoided everyone everyday
Killed on the way, she should have stay
Fourth, filled with regret
Acted with kindness and yet
Her fate must have been set.
How could she forget?
Asher. Asher. You saw, didn't you?
Asher. Asher. Now, what will you do?
Asher. Asher. Why so blue?
Did your words fail to come through?
Now, she lies cold and dead.
None of this was in your head.
Now, go and head to bed.
The future is becoming dark up ahead.
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