She is a guardian
she will not surrender
she will not speak
cloaked with light
she carries weapons
her hands and feet are prepared
like twilight she announces herself
her shadow is a cold onyx razor
spirit dressed in bronze
a warrior and a messenger of love
who will see she is untouchable?
winged cloak of protection
words against the darkness
light is swaddled power
who will find out their fate ?
she smiles with confidence
safely, she walks away
peace follows in colors
fragrance of incense
chimes of victory
an angel walks into the night
Fabulous Writing!
GREAT LAST LINE ! A wow factor moment. Onyx razor - yes!!!'~A~
Allets
you made me smile, thank,you!
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