Desolate Light

Howling darkness,
across those desolate fields.
Yet she remains,
strong as an ivory tower.

The demon's grip,
and a blade of terror in the night.
Yet she gazes on,
longing for a fragile peace.

Those dying screams,
and men clutching their hearts.
Yet she is steadfast,
the lady of the east.

A fortress lost,
an empire wounded.
Yet she would find grace,
and a light to heal all.

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