"If this truly the end- please... let me die completely this time"

On the edge of the dark stream, the last breath sighs, A bitter life spent under weeping skies. Born to the dust, a flower broken too soon, Never once blessed by the warmth of the moon.

The ringmaster pulls at the invisible thread, A circus of ghosts where the living are dead. Fate is a chessboard, the dice have been cast, The cage doors are locked, and the sentence has passed.

Look at her now, where the cold shadows loom, Kneeling in prayer at the gates of her tomb. White robes of mourning, the incense burns low, An offering made to the spirits below.

For a bird in a cage, the sky is a lie, The ultimate mercy is permission to die. So shatter the shackles, defy the decree, Be selfish, be cruel, and set her soul free.

Claim the dark crown, let the hero awaken— Take her last mercy before she is taken.