The Death of Sirti

by Michael Carl Musser

The Host gathered and Sirti answered, "War!"
"Let us fight and show them Death's door!"
And so her armies grew, billions strong,
She thought she could win; she was wrong.

Of her billions, not a single one remains
To each, one and all, the Host's darkness came;
But Sirti alone lived, exiled to atone
Where her beauty flares for herself alone.

I wonder at her beauty, that caused billions' deaths,
Sacrificial lambs, meat for the Host's breath;
For we all know, beauty cannot best darkness alone;
In her hand, a light must be shown.