They say to win the revolution, she traded her soul

That is a lie

I knew her before she ascended

There was never a soul

I know not where it went

Nor who took it

Perhaps she hid it and misplaced the key

I have seen her look

When she treated the wounded

Or helped the lost children

But her soul is forever lost

She excelled on the battlefield where emotions

Ricocheted like weak arrows

Destruction did not destroy her

So she stands upon the palace

In the ruins of the kingdom’s might

Truly lost

For a soul is required to rebuild

From her destruction