Look at her

She was all i had you feckless angels of fate look into my soul see all this stuff trade with it what you will for ill have no countenance with you and your ilk look at her is this a days work done is this to be her swansong and these onlookers her ovation look at her shatterd and framed in her own waining dignity her lifeblood on show for all to see you winged harbingers of doom look at her is this what the end her life ammouted to twisted steel and tyreworn tar make not your move she is not yours yet and what of chiors, pyres and bell screaming spiers are these for the chosen few. minions of your cruel domain she gave me life and forged me thus look at her were you affraid shed become your nemisis you know not of fear fear is the grey that fuels my anger stand there and be judged you pious thieves look at her your victorious spoil well know this your victory is as hollow as your promise and i will counter your heartless deed and justify her existance. enough your righteous gait offends me be gone and leave me to look at her