Battle of The Souls.

The ordeal, the woe, the pain
Soliloquized in the word and vain
A little girl sheds a tear
Out of steep anguish, grief and fear

Shattered, abandoned and lost
How much the battle has cost
She weeps bitterly over her fate
Shivering slightly in the murky frost

Her tender hands aren’t strong enough
To cradle the lifeless corpses of beloved ones
Her friends and family et all
Have left her stranded here and gone

Yes, gone to the world yonder
Away from the angst of mortal land
But who to care for her
Clutching the last rays of hope
Here she stands all alone.