A poem for Alikia

Another lost,
to the games,
whats the cost,
to perform this shame?

Blood was spilt,
wood was broken,
a bloody knife in its hilt,
final words finally spoken.

Tears flowed,
down the cheeks of Dice,
her life she owed,
to the dark days price.

A bleeding heart,
in her hand,
now that shes played her part,
her soul leaves for another land.

At peace she lays,
in the arms of a friend,
him to be the victor she prays,
she will watch him til the end.

And so her story comes to a close,
her heart stopped beating,
kind and gentle to those,
who had the chance of meeting.