Tears fell upon that epic day,
that the lover of the true Queen died,
her path in life,
had taken her through so much strife,
yet her destiny had not yet been fulfilled,
so many close to her had been killed,
oh she walked,
she walked,
for her will was not done,
even as she was on the run,
the strength of her heart burned strong,
for she was of blessed blood,
and hers was a divine mission.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Sarapin, in the year 323 AF.