A final breath taken by one who never thought there could be a final anything for her,
A final fight,
She crumpled dispite heaven's suposed might.

What else could she have done,
She did only what was asked of her

She fell between two worlds
And neither one could hold her,

A deep breath,
A painful breath.

She shivers with that final thought.
Nowhere is for her,
Where is this plane that she has fallen on?
Where is this place and why can't she be reached?

She's fallen down and away from here,
Between two worlds and neither one close,
Neither one can be grasped.

That final breath,
That final thought,
Why has this been her fate by heaven wrought.

Jazzabelle Minerva