THY SOUL BATTLE CRY

She rode into bloodied battle
Her determined head held high
Her steed let out fierce whinny
As she too loosed angered cry

She drew her sword from Scabbard worn
And called her warcry main
The drove her steed t’ward glory
With eager steady rein

East wind whipped her raven hair
As battle warmed her breast
An ancient bloodlust called her
A fighter’s best

Her horse raced on with fury
Exertion wet its flank
Heart thumped ‘long with hoof trod
Stance created rank

She felled men where’er she rode
Raced toward her fight
Her ancient foe before her
Thy Soul's plight

The one she thought she’d slain then
When only still a child
But he’d snuck away from camp light
While her heart had riled

He was the last one of the army
That had made her what she was
He’d taunted her dear brother
His reason - Just because

Now that she had found him
She knew what she would do
And she watched his face for one last time
Before burning fight anew

The man turned ‘round and saw her
Wild fury twisted his face
And he raised his sword with shaky hand
And held his steed in place

She charged her prey full force
Her anger fiery bright
His stabbing beats hers matching
Their final fight

Through battle raged her passion
Her vengeance near its end
She snarled and struck him harder
His sword’s defend

As strength and skill were tested
Insane twisted brow
Thy steeds’ pant’s heaved together
Inflamed by row

The Warrior drained her demon
Her wrath in final blow
The man bled free and fell from horse
His death known

She raised her head to starways
And sang her victorious claim
She bid her brother sweet restings
As her demon consumed the slain

Her steed turned-head and whinnied
Triumphant riding on
Her smile hinted new beginnings
Though her insane anger not gone

She left bloodied field with high spirit
She thanked Goddess for her love
And raced her steed past petty fighters
As starways shone brightly above

She saw noow new beginnings
A change was hers to claim
She rode toward her path
Though chosen, had no name

For once her heart was settled
Her mind held thought in place
And she rode toward destination;
Steady, Canter, Race

Her heart now pounding fiercely
She called to newfound change
And turned her back on bloodlust
Without a second glance

She laughed euphoric feelings
She held her head now high
For now she had a journey;
To bid her demon goodbye.

Bardic
January, 1998