Through Her Warrior Eyes - Poem by Z.M. Wise
She sees victory.
She sees evil being vanquished.
Through her warrior eyes,
all that seems improbable
will be accomplished within a
matter of seconds.
As the faithless blindly walk on the
desolate scribbled path of indecisiveness,
she gift wraps the power to believe,
hands it to them, then rides on,
leaving behind a trail of inspiration.
Those who do not doubt will see its glow.
Its glow stretches far beyond any rainbow,
penetrating the nearest body of water.
She converses at times with the
Lady of the Lake, but she
does not need Excalibur to conquer
this war of the century.
Through a golden heart and
strength of steel, she will crush this
faceless enemy singlehandedly,
defeating every sneak attack and
ruthless comeback without breaking a
single drop of perspiration.
The Supremacy of Love is on
The commanding call is spoken through
Give it Hell and
do not give it a moment’s thought.
To the populace who have hope:
look to her.
Keep your eyes on her and
clouds undulating above will
answer the request of the unbelievable.
Continue your everyday journey.
To the sordid nightmare who tries to
triumph over the fighter: you will never succeed.
Retreat to whatever cavern you crawled out of.
You will not stand a chance against her,
for she will flick you off of her shoulder
like the insignificant pest you are.
There shall be no more scrimmages here.
She has the power to ‘redefine the impossible.’
Through abiding tenacity,
the entirety of this brawl will be a
glimpse of valor won fair and square,
seen through the eyes of a warrior.
Published in Harbinger Asylum
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