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Feeling the warm breeze
Eye’s closed, Hearing the wind
So clear, soft, warm
Standing upon the hill
My home behind me in ruins
Watching the sun go down
Tears of red flowing
Dressed warriors clothing, Paying last respects
Praying my sister is alive, Holding her locket
Performing one last ritual
Allowing the spirits Hetu ira Jestinia
Now tracking the hunters
Knowing now, my sisters alive
Yet knowing her torment
Feeling her, hearing her screams
Two day’s, Two night’s
Seeking revenge upon them
Never caring, tearing them to shreds
Tasting flesh, hearing their screams
Holding my sister
So much older than me
Yet, much more of a child
So much younger
Yet much stronger
Some say, wiser
Opposites but so much love
Now, along with others, orphans
By way of council, A new head
Yet who? Much grief among them…
Many have come, rebuilding a life
The youngest helps them, yet she herself…
Much grief…too much…
She’s helped them through
Now alone, she sits….
Memories, so many…
What they’d done
Her sister…Her parents…Her family…
Younger she is…
Yet family is to her….
Like blood to a vampyre…
Both a necessity…
Those who harm must pay
All must pay...
Yet the innocent must live
She’s the new council leader
Anillia Naneshka Hestrinia Cutiara – LeLe Mornella
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