They say to win the revolution, she traded her soul
That is a lie
I knew her before she ascended
There was never a soul
I know not where it went
Nor who took it
Perhaps she hid it and misplaced the key
I have seen her look
When she treated the wounded
Or helped the lost children
But her soul is forever lost
She excelled on the battlefield where emotions
Ricocheted like weak arrows
Destruction did not destroy her
So she stands upon the palace
In the ruins of the kingdom’s might
Truly lost
For a soul is required to rebuild
From her destruction
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