A masterpiece in the making.

I used to be unsure

But my loyalty prevailed

I will never leave her side

Still the insecurity tempted me

Her weight is dropping

Her voice his cracking

Her eyes still fading

But tonight

What a wonderful night

I see it now

So clearly

Even clearer than before

She is not looking to be remembered

She is looking to be immortal

To live on in our eyes

Our tears

Our breaths

Tonight she proved to me

Behind the cutting of her sculpture

That she is indeed a hero

An immortal

A god.