[Alex]

Upon a lonely grass,
built of wood and paper brass,
stood a woman who was well into her age.

In avoiding death,
she accepted what was left,
for her to with flip, the page.

A few lessons she's learned,
and many boards she's burned,
but still she fights for the same.

She wants for the one,
who's told her she's done,
done with playing this game.

Elderly was she,
and death to her would be,
but her image is imprinted, in our minds, we are tame.

[Ryankia]

Upon a lonely grass,
built of wood and paper brass,
stood a woman who was well into her age.

In avoiding death,
she accepted what was left,
for her to with flip, the page. This line reads strangely

A few lessons she's learned,
and many boards she's burned,
but still, she fights for the same.

She wants for the one,
who told her she's done,
done with playing this game.

Elderly was she,
and death to her would be,
but her image is imprinted, in our minds, we are tame. This last line doesn't fit well with the pattern.

I love the rhyme scheme.