She came in the night
with powerful tears and forceful whispers.
Leaving no sign of the lives she destroyed.
Besides those of the bodies floating in the deep pools of her tears,
or buried under her unrelenting hills
or caught in her forceful hairs that reach for the skies.
She left without a care about the warzone left behind.
Her warriors left to fend for themselves.
She stole their homes and their families
in the mountains where she won the battle.
But she has only won one battle, and will never win the war.
She is gone now, her story will live on,
But her enemies will spite her and outlive the destruction she has left them with.
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