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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...