She died for power, she let her greed, her hunger get the better of her. She sought the power found in flames, and the power she found was her end. She died for power, because those who seek power, often experience vengeance. She died for love, she was a guardian, a protector. She wanted her child to live a good life, to protect her daughter from herself. She thought she might honor her in death, she was misguided. She died for love, in the end, because no love compares to that of a mother. She greeted death as an old friend. She fulfilled her purpose, she burned too bright, and she burned too fast. She changed the world, at age seventeen, and she remains in their hearts. And she remains in the code she wrote, a new silver legacy. She greeted death as an old friend, because her work was done.