She was drenched in the vital fluid
Though, it was her brother who was executed
The flesh wound on her heart
Ripped her apart 4

Powerless is what she felt
And there and then, she knelt
From who she was, to who she became
Praying was what it meant 8

When she asked to be restored
With weakness came power
She plunged the sword into her chest
To remove the guilt that was at rest 12

Death had conceived her
It was a silencer
For her life, was doomed
Suicide had been consumed 16

The day she fell,
Was the day she was imprisoned
She yelped,
Yet there was no one who listened 20