Honoring my friend and her battle |
A warrior, a queen A fighter stands unseen In the woods, rustles the wind The smell of fresh pine She took a deep breath Covered in mud and tears The outcry of the enemy still ringing in her ears Her sword she called Wintr For it was cold in its deeds It always stuck by her Never failing to return Blue turned its blade In the mystic moonlight It never gave up on her Never ran away from a fight She muddled through the mire Under the soft light of the Moon Looking for a place to retire A place to rest her bones Her hand held Winter Shining blue in the dark night She could hear whispers Telling her she failed She couldn't protect She let them die Tears blurred her vision And guilt weighed on her heart She dropped the trusted sword And looked up at the stars She feared she was choking Choking on all her fears She filled her lungs with air Though in vain She dropped to her knees Clawing at her throat What she needed was some help All she wanted was a friend Her dark eyes fell on Wintr Lying in the grass Blue as the moon And as strong as glass It seemed to glow In tune to her heart Pulsating light Glorifying its scars Her eyes were lost in its beauty A part of the moon shaped into a sword The tears stopped flowing The cold air rushed into her lungs Magnificent was Wintr Beauty divine She would never let it go Never let it out of her sight |