She fell from hands she couldn’t see

She was being fed to monsters

Left for…

Not quite dead because


What’s the fun in that?

As demons swarmed around her

Leaving trails of venom

Mixed with blood upon her soul

She concentrated on the pain

As their poison fangs sunk deep

Aware that the initial sting

Would lead to an aching agony

Paralyzing her moments here

And perhaps all her tomorrows too

But it was this slow torture of sorrow

The throbbing discomfort of grief

That awoke the warrior in her

The girl who survived, not once

But countless times before

Now a woman she fights

With her heart well-guarded

Taunting these monsters

Who try stealing her light

And over time she learned

To use the demon’s poison

To tranquilize her own fears

And one by one she began 


All the vile creatures

Bent on destroying her



  1. Some lines from Tennyson’s “Ulysses” spring to mind:

    “And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
    Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.”

    So, not peers, but demons and monsters – still, by sword of light, and needs be, by tooth and nail, she drinks that delight of battle in dealing defeat and destruction to those evils, this amazon, this warrior princess. Demons learn to fear her fierce smile, her spirit that will not surrender, her brightness that blinds them.

    Yea, Hasty, I do like this one. reblogging

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  2. I like it, I definitely like it, and I like the force rising through the words that show that there is a will to not give in to despair. Love always prevails in one form or another… Yes, I do like it.

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