Death of a Hero and Heroine
Who could think it was possible?
Such a strong woman,
Felled in the hour of her grace,
Never even had the chance to say good-bye.
Who would've thought
That she would die in the middle of it all.
They were all counting on her.
Their Leader, their strength to move on.
How could she have been defeated so easily?
With one strike to the head she fell to the ground.
The sticky red liquid bursting from her neck,
Like a waterfall from a river.
Her lover stands in horror,
He too leaving to the darkness of despair and death
In his dismay of his love's departure.
Now who is to lead them?
Huddled in the corner,
Two twins with marks of strength upon their hands.
The Crescent of Matthews,
It is called.
The two are spirited away
By a friend of the Wytch.
With the speed of her kind, the Warewolves,
The Moon Twins are taken to a safe haven.
But as the children ride upon the Warewolve's back,
They can only stare back at the battleground.
With sadness the prevailing emotion,
They leave the place where their parents were killed.
With the Death of a Hero,
With the Death of a Heroine,
Now comes the Rebirth of Two Heroes.
The new Hero and Heroine,
Both as strong as their parents.