Warrior Mistress

Standing tall and proud, In silver armor clad. Eyes roving over the sky, Shield and battle ace in hand. A hawk circles high above, Scanning the land with sharpened eyes. It swoops in low to the woman, Letting out a high pitched cry. Scents of sweat and blood float past, Carried on the winds. She sees the clouds gathering in the distance, A storm readies to blow in. She turns away from her window post, Stalks quickly, silently down the hall. Hurries to collect her troops, A battle will soon be fought. Marching out of the palace, Down the hill they go. Feet pounding down in unison, Like the endless tide they flow. She bows down to her troops, Taking her rightful place. She stands out in the front, A smile dares to slip across her face. The clouds filter swiftly in, Lighting webs about the sky. Rain beats the parched sandy ground, The thunder heaves a heavy sigh. Approaching the opposing team, They build up like a wall. The woman stands in her space of leadership, She is the daughter of Ra mother to the great gods all. She screams out her warrior prayer, Head thrown back eyes closed. She calls out to her heavenly father, For she is also Mistress of the Sky everyone knows. Swords and lances soon clanged together, Crimson splashes about the once tan sandy floor. The blood mixes with the rain an endless river, Snaking about the feet of those at war. One by one the enemy falls, Till all are on the ground. She and her troops dance victoriously, But her face is gripped by a twisted frown. She senses this will be her final battle, She frantically glances around. She sniffs the cooling misty air, One is still alive. They may walk away from battle, There’s a chance they could survive. She swore to the one she guards, That the enemy would be beat. By not tracking down the last scoundrel, She’d be breaking her oath that was set concrete. A flash of lighting crashes through the sky, The thunder roars behind. A shadow moves off to the left, Weaving between bodies confined. The Mistress holds her battle ace, Tightening her deathly grip. She races towards her target, Swinging ferociously as though it were a whip. Metal on metal contact, The sound rings though the air. She swings again harder, About her life she no longer cares. The enemy blocks her every move, She equally counters him. After years of searching, She had finally found her match. She raised her arms above her head, Eyes filled with blood and tears. Her body ached of fatigue, Sweat coated her every hair. The ace smashed upon the enemy’s head, His eyes rolling back in their sockets. They both fell upon the earth, And he was dead in seconds. Her chest heaved up and down, As she lay there, staring at the sky. She longed for her family in that brief moment, As she closed her eyes they drifted by. First her mum then her sister and finally her dad, Her heart beat drummed within her ears. “I love you family, I’m coming home” she whispered, With one last breath she was dead.hope you enjoy this little story my twisted mind made up Written March 15th, 2002 © on Mar 14 2002 03:29 PM PST, Allison Nolen   18 • 0 • 10