Light Blue Reminds Her
In a room filled with dusty chairs
Light blue reminds her of the loss
As she stands among things that are older than the lived
And her sweet heart, her heaven, sifts through that which matters most;
He that means the world to her.
This war is for her.
She could break down, reduced to ashes of her former self
Or she could wear the mantle of a thousand summers;
Become the focus of their rage and their love
Step into the bloody murder, and let the angry spirits spiral through her:
The savior, the messiah, the ender of worlds
This war is for her.
Yet, all shes ever known is running, her love by her side.
Promises of the jeweled eye of the crow.
All shes ever felt was lonely, shrouded by the fallen eye.
A time sunk princess with nowhere to call home.
This war is her undoing.
Wind blows the dust from the tables and chairs,
Revealing the names of the dearly departed.
Off in the city, the remnants of war sound;
Reminders that she is the cause, and the resolution.
Destruction in
Gods blood and burial; the sounds of the end.
A living hell with
cuts marked in the march of men.
They die for a chance to be remembered
And yet, she lingers with childhood questions
This war is her fault.
As is her fathers bloody murder; a sign of the answer.
And the answers to all shes known lie at her back;
A city wasted by the greed and bigotry of past lives
In ruins from the men and women who thought better
Wanted more
Knew nothing.
It lies on her shoulders,
As Neparlonia, the weapon of seasons, ignites the western
Skies with a flash of brilliance and utter devastation.
They will not survive this; they will never be whole again
Blue will mix with green and black with gold
Where once men stood to accept best wishes
They now die to their own desires.
This war is her revelation.
She will not allow it
In times passed, when the light of Arielsentorm
And its two sister moons graced the world at night
And Helgitharin gave light to the day,
Her father named her the jewel that would forever pulse with the worlds heart.
When she was prized among all that the world had to offer
And it all seemed so much simpler
There was love; requited and natural
Even as others wished for her hand and heart.
She knew the truth
It would always be he, the boy with the contagious smile and eyes of slate
To match her calm azure.
As they now search for stoic holy men among the dissonance
It must be he that draws out her strength, even as they stand among the
Reminders of all that has been squandered.
This war is why she exists.
Light blue reminds her of the loss
Within this room filled with dusty chairs
But she will move forward;
For her people need her, and the war will never end unless she takes her station.
She takes her mantle, and steps into the unknown.
Edit: I'll put in links to the songs when I get to work. Running a bit late now.