"Ashes turn, graves roll, a criminal pays the toll,
The executioner's dull blade is what made a curdling echo to cause the ghost's rejoice.....
and so her voice was heard without ever being understood,
Her life of incomplete was finally put to rest by her killer's defeat,
Finally the ghost could make her way to her other-worldly post....
and let it be known, that this world may have its host of issues, but there will always be those to renew the cycle of evil and good.
I bid thee farewell, may your lively hood provide and your end be short and sweet."

"(continued)

I will be known as the rebel, for I will fight
There is still one chance for me
I was blinded, and lost my sight
How could I not see?
But I have regained it, though it bites
This one chance may kill me
There is no one who will for me fight
Not anymore, Ive pushed them from me

I refuse to hate the sun, but darkness doesnt frighten me anymore
I refuse to hate water, but fire feels so good
I love the earth, I love the night
Winter is not so bad, I refuse to hate summer
I refuse darkness, I refuse light, for I love both
So I need to change, even if it means the death of me.
This is my path; it may be my final path
But I finally feel the smile of a challenge on my face.

I will be known as the rebel, for I will change
There is this one chance for me
I was blinded, and was caged
why couldn't I see?
But I am now stronger and better, though it bites
This one chance is the key
There is no one else who can help me change
Not anymore, Ive pushed them from me
Im not a hero, Im not a monster, Im both"

"Your poem was great, albeit, not really my cup of tea. Hell, I'm sure that I'm an amateur compared to you. :)"