Her Heroism (Poem)

Let the wings of Death,
Cover her entirely,

Silencing her forever,

Consuming her in grey.

This I ask of my father,

The raven.

Let him save me,

From my own creations.

With a pen now shattered,

I painted her essence,

Injected it into my mind,

A terrible self-afflicted obsession.

From dreams of her heroism,

To nightmares of her absence,

It has all been told before.

Let these stories disappear in darkness.

-Zero