Rico's been much troubled
Of the whole matter, truth be told
She knows that afoot's much foulness
Aggrieved at injustice and Law's weakness
Walked woodenly, scowled the livelong way
Hoping that all'd work out, sword-clenchingly does pray
Much she longs for old Chippy's wisdom
Struggles, bereft of her beloved's balsam
Echoes Taladron's sigh, nods with Sirus' words
Marvels at Setsuna and her heart's birds
Still, does silent mostly keep
Grinding her teeth, resisting the urge to weep
Only a fortnight or so ago,
She'd let her wrath against the unholy flow
And now, are they but another breed of tool
A decrepit scholar's nurse-servants... Who's the fool?
HELLSTEETH.
She pauses by a tree, and there does sheath
Her madly-scratching pen, still transcribing
Notes of the encounter, for later filing
Stops. Groans. Spits. Sighs.
Scowls. Fails to look at Setsuna. Rumbles some advice,
"Lissena 'em, Hellgirl. Ye'll run yerself inta tha ground iffen ye tries wotcha wanna do... Grrrr-unnnnnnnggggghhhhh. Gorrammittall..."
But herself trails off, dripping away conviction
As she turns away, with nigh-silent lamentation
"...Law. LAW. Heh. Hrrhhnnn... Tch."