A shadow and a threat 

Grows in a world of thorn.

She struggles for her breath;

A bright new star is born.

 

A sparkle in the darkness,

A light without a flame,

A path for her to follow

In a land without a name.

 

A battle raged upon the world,

Swords again were drawn,

Red Blood spilled across the land

in the light of dawn.

 

Light grew within her chest,

A brand new stregth did flow.

The wild angel stayed her ground

And bravely took the blow.

 

Death came calling for the queen

among her crumbling towers,

Poor death didn't understand

A star has many powers.

 

And so, She lay as if asleap,

Trapped within her mind,

Until a voice called out to her,

"Great star please save our kind."

 

Light prevailed in darkened world,

The stars great brilliance shone.

She brought a world of hope and air,

Unto the mournful stone.