Darkness spreads its
wings
Over the eyes of a
goddess
She wakes from her
slumber,
Stands calm before
the storm
Reaching out to face
the wind, she smiles.
The distant call for
battle resounds
Her legion strong
behind her, she sees
Her death watching
her from the skies
For a faded sense of
honor
She lifts her heavy
sword
From the last bit of
valor
She cries out to
charge
Serpents and
mermaids fight below her
Dragons and demons
fight above her
The goddess feels
like a lesser being
She steps down from
her white horse
Her feet tumble
corpses
Of butterflies and
birds
Her army fails, she
turns
Her back to them;
she flees.
-------------------------------------------------------
Her heart was strong
enough to win
The war that was
raging behind her
Fables of good
slaying evil were true
Honor and valor were
still alive.
Somehow, no bard
ever told her that
The war was not
worth the win nor loss
