Broken Wings, Scattered Dust

“One being, one soul, from earth arose

Given a curse, a blessing, was she.

One ruthless heart of gold, she goes

To rejoin that which cannot be.

“The light, the truth, it dawns

Sears a scar that ne’er fades.

Mother, father, faith foregone

To th’night she turns, betrayed.

“Palest moon, silent skies

‘Tis not long ‘fore the end, it looms.

Anger, sorrow, cast aside

In her path is naught but ruins.

“Ancient ring, fractured mind

Ling’ring ‘choes and dust, has she.

Firstborn kin, shattered kind

In the darkest dusk, she sees.”

— Timid Thunder, the Golden Warden