There, she stood, silent and angry
Harbored in a sea of fear
Holding her alchemist book
In one hand
And a sword at the tip
Of her other thumb
She tossed the torch, when she
Pondered the horizon
Where once stood two towers
And became eager
to avenge her lost companions.
She no longer represents
Her old and frail and weak dwellers
Who came seeking her in droves.
Her old pages feathered down,
And her sense of glory
Mimicked a winged old tale
Destruction replaced wisdom
And what she stood for
Reduced to tyrannical quagmire.
Said Leghlid, 2003.
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