The dark blue sky engulfs her,
Shrouding that raven beauty.
A myst of deep reflection surround her,
Interlacing with that steel resolve.
A pale moon in comparison,
Illuminates her thread-fine hair.
Such darkness, such blue,
Clothing that delicate face.
Her arm stretched rigid,
Unbending, unmoving.
Grasping the Spear of Life,
Forged under the night sky.
Flickering flames,
Dancing about her feet.
Licking at her robed figure,
Raising their heads ahigh.
Her iron will unmolten,
Her spear stood silent and still.
Her oceanic eyes draw the well,
Into knowledge limitless.
Spear of Life indeed!
Forged in Fire and Water!
Forged under the Stars!
Forged with Flesh and Blood!
The fiery tongues reaching,
The moon looks impassionate.
The dark clouds receding,
The spear and the forger stood still. By
Lady of Scartha
(About Lady of Scartha)
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