Deadlands of Old
Exemplar
She was the last of her people
Of Wild Eyes
And ancient blood
She was born of the earth
And a Childe of the forest
And called by the Great Mother
Guardian of her storm sky
But to us...
She was all
Tell me she was never
Your friend?
Or sister?
Or trusted most?
She would call your lie
She was first to be rough
When rough was needed
And kind of the greatest kind
With your pain hers
With sword for you
Her blood entwined
On the earth
With yours
Her laugh did fill with yours
Washing with golden water
Over the horror and sorrow
of our lives
She was with a deadly mind
A warm heart and touch
And forgiving tears
She was
But no longer
Into forever
My love...
H.
Of Wild Eyes
And ancient blood
She was born of the earth
And a Childe of the forest
And called by the Great Mother
Guardian of her storm sky
But to us...
She was all
Tell me she was never
Your friend?
Or sister?
Or trusted most?
She would call your lie
She was first to be rough
When rough was needed
And kind of the greatest kind
With your pain hers
With sword for you
Her blood entwined
On the earth
With yours
Her laugh did fill with yours
Washing with golden water
Over the horror and sorrow
of our lives
She was with a deadly mind
A warm heart and touch
And forgiving tears
She was
But no longer
Into forever
My love...
H.