Love's Warrior

The drums of war beat heavy in her chest,
The battle cry raged fast across her lips,
The warrior had awoken, the goddess had arisen,
This was the time for love to conquer fear.

With armor and sword she prepared
A fight to the end, the rights to love,
No more would she lay down and hide,
Now was her moment, this was her time.

She would protect her valour, her lover till the end,
no woman could be lost and alone any more,
not when she came forth with the wings of vengeance,
not when she came forth in the blaze of love.

Fire in her eyes, she towered over hatred,
No longer willing to stay behind, she braved the masses.
Claiming him by her side, enemy in her sights,
They would not make it, she alone would survive the night.

They would be shadows lost in darkened dreaming,
They would be cobwebs on dried rotten bones,
They would be voiceless whispers on the wind,
They are to be lost and buried under sand and stone.

When the last one falls, when the threat is gone,
The rage slips away replaced with love,
She embraces him and the dance begins,
One arm around her lover, the other upon her sword.

And while we wish for their ever after to be a happy one,
those who live by the sword often die by it as well,
And fates fall to ashes and victories leave a sour taste,
But still love is a force that conquers in power or grace.