• There's blood from her hands to the sword.
    Her blue eyes, like ice, not one tear was shed.
    There next to her on the ground. was a not which read;

    I die for my own, I die for my honor, but what you did to me, felt like the sword
    that's now piercing my heart.

    With the last few breaths she took, she whispered;
    Let the Blossoms fall.