Two daughters and a son. A sister. Brother-in-law.
(pathetic amatur poem)
All gathered there that night,
Unable to sleep in mourning,
For Missiie Stormyeyes was dead.
We all stared at the enchantress in red,
Knowing it wasn’t the person we knew,
For the person we knew was dead.
A few were disrespectful,
They get their pay in the end.
They return to find nothing but banned accounts.
A trucker was just going to work,
Didn’t see the car that he struck,
As he drove it into the wall,
Killing all, not instantly,
But two hours later, surrounded by loved ones.
The clock only struck nine, 9 years after 20,
For that was her age, that she would be stuck to forever.
When she left us to a better place.
We all stared at the enchantress in read,
Knowing the person behind it was not who we knew,
But our wishes,
Our hopes,
Our belief in the news was not true,
Was shattered.
For the person we knew, a great leader, a great person, Missiie Stormyeyes,
was gone.
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