Gypsy Child

Gypsy Child


Eternally held in the balance of battle’s ebb and flow,

norn with freedom in her blood and curse upon her soul.

A tiny child fights for her life, an archangel’s charge to hold,

her future written in the stars, the hosts of Heaven left untold.


The shelter of an archangel’s wings the only home she’ll ever know,

without a single hope for peace, her journey’s purpose slowly to unfold.

Her tears shall be his weakness, the strength of her heart his only hope;

the Father’s commandment... “Teach her to fight. She must learn to stand alone.


She is stronger than she seems, my friend. In time you’ll understand and know.

Guard her with love, comfort her with strength; and her heart shall not turn cold.

The legions of hell shall fear her resolve. The father of lies will be desperate for control.

Not one... shall enter the fortress of thy wings to spill her blood or take her soul.


Life’s assault shall relentlessly break her. Her heart, thou wilt need gently to console.

My word, dear friend...I vow this charge is not in vain…cast not thy judgment stone.

There is a warrior in that gypsy child that both Heaven and hell shall one day behold.”