Za'Anaia, Warrior Queen Poem by Sophia White

Za’anaia, Warrior Queen,
Raised by the blood of enemy kings
Rode to war on a shaihawk’s wings
To slay her forsworn foe.

Za’anaia held a spear
Forged by smiths from Jha’daaier
The men all fell dumb with fear
Before Za’anaia’s feet.

Za’anaia struck her blow
To enemies marching far below
Her hawk as white as fallen snow
His eyes a crimson blaze.

Za’anaia saw the one
She’d sworn to slay by moon or sun
Her foe saw her and began to run
But the hawk fell from the sky.

Za’anaia won her fight
Before the day succombed to night
The enemy had no chance for flight
When Za’anaia rode to war.

Za’anaia, Warrior Queen,
Raised by the blood of enemy kings
Rode to war on a shaihawk’s wings
And slew her forsworn foe!