by Modar Neznanich
As the icy winds blow
Through the mountain passes
And the zephyr's cold touch
Reaches the marrow of the bone,
She proudly steps forward.
With weapon raised defiantly
And her resolve firmly set,
She strides toward the enemy
Ready to met with valiant effort
The prowess of their champion.
Behind her stands the warlords,
Protectors of her winter lands,
One holding her regal standard
of snow-white trimmed in purple
Emblazoned with a rampant wolf.
And like the wind-snapped pennon,
She launches herself at the foe
With a clash of metal on metal
And a collision of inner forces,
Seeking a quick end to the fight.
Like her emblem, she is ferocious
In her attack that savagely bites
And her opponent in the dance of steel
Rapidly finds himself on the defensive
Of what appears a predetermined battle.
Merciful swiftness ends the deadly duet
And with righteous anger and royal bearing,
She raises her bloodied fang of steel
Displaying the victory she has claimed
For her land, her people and her self.
By one hand, justice has been served
With the shedding of the least blood;
But from that heavy duty springs forth
A kingdom divided no more,
And hope for the future.
©1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005,
2006, 2007 Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich
©2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014 Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich
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