The brave one

I was playing heavenly sword.....

The brave one

 

She gazed out across the land,

with nothing but a single sword in hand.

The sun shown bright,

glinting off her sword of might.

She stood alone,

knowing death was inevitable.

Yet she stood firm,

she was going to defy the unimaginable.

Her arms were still with the thoughts of hatred,

she had to protect what was sacred.

The first man fell,

the first blood spilt.

She tore through them like a demon from hell,

a demon meant to kill.

The sword sapped her strength,

yet she continued to fight.

Untill finally the last light,

left her eyes.

Reviews

[Mimi]

Wow. I liked this piece. Great imagery, nice flow. Wonderful job.