The All Powerfull

An extraordinary way of looking at ordinary things.

By day her head is wrapped in fire,
and by night stars warm her body.
Wolves and bears guard her as she sleeps in the eternal snow.
She captures the voices of men for her companions,
and binds their thoughts in parchment tongues.
Worlds without time wait beyond blind windows,
and voices of beloved speak from lands she cannot see.
When bare feet tread on cold stone,
all power would be given,
for one human touch.

~A.J.P.~