The Warrior

July 18, 2021 by little_sparrow

Her sword on the ground beside her,

Her crown askew,

Head bent, the warrior knelt down.

Where were the troops who had rallied around? 

Where was the cheering crowd?

She shivered as the cold wind blew over her.

Was this the end? 

Dark, hopeless, alone.

A glint of light touched the sword near her

And shone into her eyes, drawing her attention.

Feeling compelled to pick it up, she did;

Setting her crown straight, she stood up.

The sun was rising,

The slanting rays illumined her face,

Causing it to shine like gold. 

Her eyes lit up.

How could she forget? 

The Son had risen!

It was His Blood in her veins!

She was a fighter; a force to contend with! 

With a grin on her lips that spelt doom to her enemies, 

And fire in her eyes,

She set forth to conquer.

The victory was already hers!