In the dim light,
Of the pale, pale moon.
The wind caressed
The lady who swooned.

She smiled and weeped,
Like the songs of old.
It was bitter sweet,
Too soft to hold.

The tongues of men,
Were lost to the ages,
The battle had begun,
It’s starting stages.

The world was ending,
Fading to shadow
Her pallid skin,
Reflected her sorrow.

Her long dark hair,
Swept her shoulders.
Her tears crashed the
Ground like boulders.

Her hands felt like
Icy death,
Clawing at her,
Stealing her breath.

A finger reached out
And pulled her hand,
She would fight
She would stand.

She gasped for air,
It would not come.
She longed to touch
Who she knew was her son.

Her misery slapped her,
She groped and groped,
For she knew,
There’s always hope.

Her neck was sweating,
Her heart was racing.
She knew that death,
Was what she was facing.

She shuddered as,
A chill grabbed her spine,
She tried to think
And walk a straight line.

Her mind reeled,
Her body whirled.
Her hair twisted,
Then slowly uncurled.

A mist shrouded,
Her keen eyesight.
No longer could
She see the light.

She yelled for help,
But no one came,
She felt like she
Was swallowed by a flame.

A lump flared up,
In the middle of her throat.
She could almost feel it,
Yes, feel hope.

She blinked her eyes.
And stepped ahead.
She took a deep breath,
Then turned and fled.

She smelled the pine trees,
She tasted the salt.
Someone shouted
But she would not halt.

Her foot hit the ground,
She yelped in pain,
She cringed as the sky,
Poured out rain.

A single tear ,
Stuck to her face.
As the dirt clung to her,
In her great haste.

The truth was there,
She must face bitter death,
For she loved another,
Who was facing a test.

The test of skill,
And strength and might.
She’d make it home,
And sleep all night.

To awake in the morning,
Her temper mild,
For she had seen,
Her beloved child.