Lonely battle

Hers was a lonely battle,

Mortal melodies she waltzed to

in dismal fantasy of her own.

Hers was a lonely battle,

Proud she stood on chiseled grave,

Death craved by her own hand.

Hers was a lonely battle,

wounded Queen and the last among her race,

lesser mortals not her own claim

Hers was a lonely battle,

against such memories etched in her mind ,

they may not be her own.

Hers was a lonely battle.