A warrior unlike any…
She has built an army one by one
For every act she survived and endured…
A new soldier was born
They have one war to win…Her freedom
Back from the ashes of the oppressed
The dark sky opens to reveal
Her resurrection…
Unbeknownst, her enemy taught her how to win
He will not fear, nor stand guard
For her mask is most deceitful…
The beauty,
The innocence,
The naivete…
That imprisoned her, is what will liberate her
The enemy will not know who the quarry is…
Until the day she reveals the dagger she carries
Blinded by the reflection of her light
Off the bejewelled weapon
The enemy will die with a look of horror and surprise,
Forever frozen to his fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wowowowow.....dont know what else to say! ! ! great great write! ! ! again dear friend.....thanks for sharing! ! ! very well penned! ! Brian~