Angel of Death, the tireless guardian
She gives her best to the guild, never bending
Patience and sacrifice are her guiding stars
She keeps the guild battles running, through the night hours
When others rest, she keeps watch
Maintaining the guild’s reputation, without a botch
Exhausted, she wants to retire
But returns, to lead the next session, with no desire
She doesn’t complain, she doesn’t fuss
Her calm presence, is a must
Living up to her moniker, the Angel of Death
She stands firm, with every breath
I feel sad, I couldn’t aid her
It should have been me there, to bear
With my condition, I can only pray
That someone will join her, day by day
For though she doesn’t say a word
Her need for help, is not unheard
Let us not leave her alone, in the dark
Let us join her, in this guild’s park.
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