Oh,
Sweet sister, No!
You sparkled and you turned
And if memory it serves,
You were so funny!
We could laugh and it was over
Nothing.
That bastard darkness
Should have fled,
As easy as a bullet
Pulled from flesh.
If you, kind warrior
Couldn't fend the beast,
The Nothing,
What hope for those of us
You leave behind?
What hope have we?
Sweet sister?
No!
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