Skirmish

A thousand years
Of unwon battles
She Fought on
The plains
Of the discontent
Undeserving
A place
Of darkness
Lack of starlight
Of failure

Warrior cry
Of frustration
Distress
Trapped in the labyrinth
Of
Those unable
To become
Bound to the walls
By chains
With links of
Loneliness
Dishonor
Disappointment
Betrayal

She tears at her flesh in horror

When
Sudden
Silent
and silver blue
On the horizon

A moon rises
Full
Of peace

Her face
Ghosted with tears
Turns up

And reflects
It's light

Eyes wet with
Disbelief

She lifts her head from
The sands of sorrow
Of despair
To gaze in
Confusion
At the

Key of moonlight
In her hand

With trembling fingers
It slides into the lock

Snick
Snack

The chains fall away
From
Her ankles
And


Release her

Silver blue moonlight
On
Scars
And skirmishes

She walks
She runs
She flies

Escape.








- sarah[inprogress]