Early in the morning, the arena littered with dead...
A mother visits with grief in her head...
A piece of her creation; taken with sorrow...
Soon finding its place on her nightstand; next 'morrow...
Engraved; in gentlest azure:
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"I created you to fight... and you made me proud. Your very being robbed breath of the crowd. You inspired many; and me, to do better. You'll always be remembered; forever."
~Love, Mother