Of all the souls to leave this plane;
Of all, who could bear to live, better than she?
The day of endless light; consumes her and leaves us,
Writhing in torture and pain.

The hour is at hand; the hour of final resolve
Where life goes after this, no one knows.
One calls for peace, yet finds only chaos.
Am I not so deserving as she? Am I not so?
Tears of anguish sting my bleeding heart.
Why am I not beside her now, in my hours of greatest need?

Thoughts clump together, no longer making sense -
As if they ever truly made sense at all.
I come upon myself, silent, not wanting to disturb.
On the battlefield again, waiting to be taken away.

Alone, bloody grass - no one befriends me but the trees.
Soon I shall go, evenly on my way,
Blown out like a flame under light wind.
I miss it, all of it, this life,
But await my new life, finding her there,
My sweet temperate representation of eternity.

I follow Anna.