My Sword of Truth
I move silently through the green flora.
As I fight to bring truth through the land.
All my thoughts are contained in my aura.
Wielding justice with strength in my hand.
I belong to the earth of the mortals.
And the heavens above in the sky.
As I pass in between through the portals.
I am honesty’s greatest ally.
I am known as Chalithra of justice.
Seeking right where I know there is wrong.
When my senses say something seems amiss.
Like a moth I’m immediately drawn.
With my sword I bring light to the dark.
And the truth is the sting in its mark.
Chalithra
Copyright © Samia Ali Salama | Year Posted 2012
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