No shield or helmet, no safe guarding cloak,
A cold stone wall from behind,
She stood all alone before an army of eyes,
With her thoughts and feelings inside,
In her fighting red dress that clawed at the ground,
Both legs longer than long,
She raised her sword now part of her body,
Then lowered to a hallowing song,
And she danced along with this beautiful ballad,
Her sword, arms, her legs now in verse,
Her heart now an opera telling a story,
A saga filling all of our thirst,
How she was the Miko, the one gift from god,
Protecting, like a witch with a rune,
All the good people from all evil spells,
Dancing, in a trance, with the moon.
Categories:
miko, health, heart, love, magic,
Form: Quatrain