Ashes fall like tears of weeping angels to the ground.
Lives were lost and will never be found.
It was when war approached in her heart without a sound.
If she couldn't burn the grief, she would release hell upon this town.
She wore her aching pain like a goddess in a flaming gown.
A queen dressed for battle, she left only her bloodstained crown.
Then her hellish fire was raised burning everything - everyone around.
Were her last words,
"We all fall down."
Copyright © Brianna Wahlquist | Year Posted 2016
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