The pounding of the drums
Thousands of marching feet
Weapons of war
Brought near peace
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And the hawk flies high above
Dancing down,
Dancing low.
Flying right over the warriors
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And a single dagger
Clutched in talons
Brought down
To the earth
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And suddenly,
a shape transformed
A fire lit
A sky a burn.
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Cloaked in robes of green and brown
Silver eyes, Golden bow
She dances through the soldiers
With swords of bone
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Guardian, Protecter
Whatever her name
She stands of the cliff tops
And defends her home
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And the gateway of life
The portal of hell
The Vally of peace
The mountains of death
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She defends it all
The wild, the pure
Guarding the place
Where magic runs.
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Stardust
PoetryWe are all made of Stardust Though we know it not We are all the same. Not diffrent. We are all one. - A collection of poems about the natural world. All poems are created by me. Cover made by me! Updated Wednesdays and Saturdays.
