Ohmu

On golden tendrils they raised her,
raised her to the heavens.
A symbol of harmony, she was,
a symbol of coexistence.

On a field of gold she was born anew,
anew from the will of the earth.
For though she died, her heart was filled,
filled with love for life.

That immortal love became a token,
a token for all that lived.
Never again would one decease
decease from mutual hatred.

From golden fields she ascended
ascended back to the earth.
A figure tall and clad in blue,
blue to match the heavens.

And all the survivors rejoiced,
rejoiced for one another.
For the poison would be lost,
lost and torn asunder.