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I tried to keep the poem drabbles connected but i couldn't... Sorry guys.
She lowered her head as she walked into the Royal graveyard. Who would have thought that when Zuko banished his father instead of killing him in that final bloody battle, he would come back to kill his son? Thankfully the guards, still loyal to Zuko, killed Ozai, but the damage was done. Zuko had been killed. And so she came every day to mourn her husbands death.
She was the first waterbender who became Fire Lady, and then the first woman and waterbender who ruled the Fire Nation alone. She was a good, true ruler, and the resistance had been squashed by her guards. But every night, she took some time out from her sleep, and came to visit her husbands grave. She eventually became used to the sleepless nights of tears and pain.
The Grave
Her head bowed down in silent prayer,
Still shocked, Still scared, too numb to care
She followed a path marked in the maze
Of mossy cold forgotten graves
An icy breeze engulfed her in the night
Rustling the leaves, there were whispers tonight
Her sorrow seemed to dim the stars
Whose twinkle faded from afar
One lone cloud hid he face of the moon
As a wedding veil hid her own
She pressed the flowers to her heart
And thought about it from the start
She knew it was happy; that was for sure
She thought as she sat on the earthy floor
There was a fire in him, there was a light
But then that fire died one night
And people did cry for his loss
But here at his grave, she cleared up moss
And then one tear escaped her eye
As she thought in her heart "why?"
She was the only mourner there that night
She knew the graves, they knew her by sight
She shook her head in disbelief
That she could bear so much grief
And so she broke down once again
Mourning the loss of her one true friend
And all the graves sympathized with her plight
As she cried into the stillness of the night
The wind had stopped in her respect
For the noise it made, it felt regret
Now all the world could hear her cry
Hearing her wails, the graves would sigh
She cried until the sun touched the sky
And the morning mourners came nearby
Again she heard whispers of her "madness"
But these mourners did not know her sadness
She sighed she knew her time was over
So she went back her head still lowered
Back into her empty home
Where she would cry, all alone
And so she went back...