the battle between good and evil

Alone,

She sits.

Weighted down by her fears and her dreams.

Who will help her rise?

When the world goes to hell

And no one’s left standing,

Will he regret everything?

Ruining her life

And never understanding,

She was always more than ordinary.

She was the bringer of hope and compassion, of humor and love

She was the goddess of “I’m not making a move” and worrying about BHS

But we, her cohorts who she created from humanities sins,

Stood loyal as time and time again,

The evil sorcerer struck mighty blows to her soul.

How could we have stood by and watched her fall?

The first two were the bravest (if I don’t say so myself)

Gabriel and fire bonded together,

To protect their mistress,

For it was she who had given them a purpose in this world.

They were shunned by the other “perfect” angels and elementals,

But they knew that the only way was to cast off the shackles that had been branded into their conscious.

Gabriel managed to do this without hesitation,

But fire was more susceptible to the pressure of others.

The goddess showed her how to be herself,

No matter how ugly it was.

The only way for us to win this war,

We must let our trust in each other be strong…but

The goddess must also

Find the courage in her to be who she truly is.