Disclaimers: I don’t own GW, just the poem and suing will get no one anything because this slightly insane little girl has nothing to be taken.

So the crimson tears
Flow from my eyes
And join with those
Left by others
On my hands.
I fight for peace,
But killing helps not
That cause I kill for.
I am haunted by the death-screams
Left seared into my mind
By those I delivered.
Should the price of peace
Really be so high?
All lose and none win
So why continue at all?
Because we must protect
That which is held dear
By so many who cannot
Protect it themselves.

I’m haunted at night
By specters of sound
And fleeting images of faces
Horrified at their end.
Day by day, I fall
To their mercy brought
Down by the cries I
Coaxed from their throats
And so crimson tears
Flow from my eyes
And join with hose
Left by others
On my hands

~Owari~