Mrtenant
Lord of Chaos
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I met her when I was three
A tiny young person
She was tinier than me
With her glowing blond hair
In time her blue eyes became hazel
And there was spirit in her
Fire to match her light
And how we fought
Fighting over silly things
We were so young
Siblings looking for a home
Where none could be found
We played, and loved, and fought
Found our loyalty to one another
And then one move too many
Her light became corrupted
Living in the shadows
Running from the law
Fighting the world
Suffering countless defeats
And delighting in her victories
Confused at the evils of the world
Losing herself in numbness
Homeless and desititute
Children having children
All consequences of a cascade
Of bad choices
Where did she go
She is still there and yet now, here
Having sobered on her aging
Firey still- won't take shit from anyone
Battling cancer and winning
Battling fear and the future
But striding across the wreckage
Of her life
And bless her, still finding
What is good and heartwarming
With childlike delight
She is my sister
She is a fucking warrior
Despite all the mess
Or perhaps because of it
I couldn't be more proud
A tiny young person
She was tinier than me
With her glowing blond hair
In time her blue eyes became hazel
And there was spirit in her
Fire to match her light
And how we fought
Fighting over silly things
We were so young
Siblings looking for a home
Where none could be found
We played, and loved, and fought
Found our loyalty to one another
And then one move too many
Her light became corrupted
Living in the shadows
Running from the law
Fighting the world
Suffering countless defeats
And delighting in her victories
Confused at the evils of the world
Losing herself in numbness
Homeless and desititute
Children having children
All consequences of a cascade
Of bad choices
Where did she go
She is still there and yet now, here
Having sobered on her aging
Firey still- won't take shit from anyone
Battling cancer and winning
Battling fear and the future
But striding across the wreckage
Of her life
And bless her, still finding
What is good and heartwarming
With childlike delight
She is my sister
She is a fucking warrior
Despite all the mess
Or perhaps because of it
I couldn't be more proud
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