Charlotte Ashlock

A lady knight I met

May 26, 2016 My Poetry 0

A warrior whose shield was bright with light,
Went into the darkness and was not dismayed,
Her heart only burned hotter
With its piercing flame
She fought for the small souls caught in the great tides,
Holding their heads above the water and choking on salt,
And when the wave retreated she would go to a tavern to quaff the ale,
Comrades in arms laughing in comradely despair.
She knew she was smaller than the forces she battled
But she stood, nevertheless,
Her sword and her kind smile,
Between the world and the wave.


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