What's left is ashes and bones,
Gashes and stones.
What's left is crumbling apart,
What's left all needs to be built again from the start.
What's left is nothing more than a reduced pile,
Just because of all things vile.
Just because Time is dead,
Doesn't mean they'll never forget.
The traitor-gone-hero has saved them, in the end,
The war is finally over though,
And they need to learn to move over,
A new thing awaits,
A prophecy, a legend, an era that's coming too soon,
It'll be greater than the rest,
So therefore, they need to know what's left.
I don't really have anything else to say other than hope you guys liked this. It was just one of those ideas that bug me to write them so it ended up as combination of being a free-verse and a rhyming type of poem so I hope it turned out okay. I'm not in the mood for writing long ANs or anything that remotely counts as an AN for that matter but knowing me, I'll probably go back and actually add something here tomorrow or so.