A Rose for a Win

She died, the band played on.

She led us all to victory.
On the pages of the time.
Hidden inside,
But, it needs to be free.
Like the greatest hero,
Through sorrow and pain,
Was forced to rise up,
Raise her daughters the same.

In time I’ll leave her,
A Rose for a win.

I’ll carry the torch,
She smolders within,
Like light through a crystal,
That flickers in the wind.

Lights the darkest of nights,
Clears the darkest of sins.

Like a priceless painting,
That’s smeared in blood,
Is the vast awakening,
Of the Noble ones.

We promise to resist.
When they come for our crown.

She rose from the ashes,
And burned them down.