Luinne Ridley/Poem

''I'm not especially great. ''

I might not even be good 

''But neither are you. ''

Come with me and see the world 

People so different yet so alike in the same mistakes 

They always make 

What little beauty can be found in their kind 

Pales in comparison to that voice in the wind 

That voice that fills my head with wonder and reverence 

Truly, the only beautiful things humanity has produced 

Are the child I found 

The child brought to me, cradled in the arms of the wind 

And the princess wandering between ash and corpses 

Mind wiped clean of all repulsiveness 

If they are saved 

Humanity can burn for all I care.