Tears fall down her blood covered face
Making her look like a goddess of death
Her long black hair hangs down her right shoulder
She holds her sword in one hand
And let's the other hang freely at her side
Dead corpses are all that lay around her
Looking like a scene from the Old World
A scene that shows a woman standing in the middle what would have been a huge battle field
Surrounded by dead bodies of once proud soldiers

She now stands in the middle of a field of corpses
Looking at the dead bodies that lay around her
She recognizes the faces of the people who lay at her feet
These were people whom she loved and adored
People whom she had known her whole life
Yet they didn't get to live as long as she does
Because she was the one who took life away fom them in a mere instant
They hadn't expected a threat to come from her
Yet it did

She looks up at the dakr grey sky
A tear falls down her cheek
She looks back down at the corpses of people who surround her
Slowly she kneels down next to a child whom she loved and cared for
Gently she pushes aside a few strand of hair from the child's blood covered face
She rests her hand on the child's cheek and closes her eyes
She can almost remember a day when the child had asked her if she would consider being his friend