The linger of the mist; she cletches sword to breast.
Her birth; etched in stone.
Forgotten to those in hist'rys grimore.
Left those she once loved; to travel the world in attempts to be free.
Met the sky pirate, and she thereforthe saught freedom in the skies.
Eternal and bliss, she left her mark on hist'rys path, with the little that cared.