Wild Warrior

A brave warrior charges into the heart of despair
The air grows heavy
And the pine needles whistle in the wind
The caramel tipped sun vibrates across the fiery sky
Silver swords of crystal glass
Swinging in the air
Blood of garnet dripping
From the palms of a hero
Eyes pierced and narrowed in
On the opponent
Her head spinning of whirlwinds
Broken down and beaten
Whipped and shattered
But still headstrong
Still fierce and untamed