The Fall of Alina Keed

Observe in the willow tree,
It rocks as it sways,
Trembling over two warrior-knights that day.

Cherry-Blue-White,
With unbridled speed,
Clank, Parry, Thrust,
To off Alina Keed.

Alina strikes with his self-righteous hand,
Knowing he fights on his very homeland.

Cherry-Blue-White,
A sparkling knight,
Stronger his arm and
He knows, in the right-

Vicious he thrusts a mortality blow
As Alina falls on the desert below.

Blood tumbles forth,
As Alina lay,
He grinned as he spat his desire to say,

"Cherry-Blue-White,
Your strength matters not
My conviction is strong as
My homeland you sought.

You might win this fight as my blood hits the sand
But you can't fight a plague that inhabits your land.

Take one final look,
Into my closing eyes,
As I'll make sure with me,
That the willow tree dies."