The dawn breaks upon her, her mind is at war,

Seeing so many that she could live for.

Friends and companions ring her around

While foes ahead make a chilling sound.

First starting low, now growing, the chant

Is more than a battle cry, a curse or a rant.

Once a sound of love, tis now not the same.

The enemy seeks her.  They are calling her name.

Thousands of hands grip weapons more tight.

Twill be impossible to make these quit the fight.

She has saved each, in time past, from death.

For her they will give their very breath.

Their opponents are strong, fanatically so.

As they start the charge, her tears freely flow.

She knows each foe knows her.  They, too, she once healed.

“Traitor,” they think. “Our sister's fate is sealed.”

Now her adopted kin lay do...