She never imagined a different way,
That this could happen to them.
Once more she had to fight,
Against the waves around her.
Her heart pounding,
Mind fogged,
Limbs stone,
She ran.

All she could do to move,
She ran with all her might.
Yet it seemed it was not enough,
Still she fell.

It was her downfall.
Her end.

Fight was her lesson.
Fight was her life.
Fighting was her savior.
Fighting was her executioner.

A gently soul,
Caught between her various minds.
She had not the strength to speak,
Nor the voice to stand.

Her end was short coming,
Long dragged out.
To mourn her loss was none,
To celebrate her death was many.

To all who saw her,
She was empty.
To all who knew her,
She was brimming.

Gone now,
We mourn and celebrate.
Gone there,
We cry and shout.