As Fey faced war there stirred in her
A strength that comes with calm.
While fear and fury unmeasured and pure
Stormed the field a cutting cure occurred –
All might fall to shame.
Fey flew into that flaming crown,
Burning gold to dust.
She met the curse and struck it down,
Losing herself but gaining ground
Against the warring host.
War came for Fey and for them all,
Lighting the way with the darkest glimmer.
The last one standing’s just the last to fall,
With war the only winner.