The Song

She wields the sabre high,

As the cries from the Earth

Smother the darkness…

Swinging up onto

Her mighty steed

She rides into the night

The inferno burns through,

Scattering ash, and disguising

Her gleaming armor

She sings softly….

A song of great wonder

Of conflict, anguish,

And shimmering through,

A melodic symphony of hope….

©WD (sapphyreskye)  August 5, 2010