The warrior was dead and gone, of this she had no doubt
and with this came over a cold chill, a deep sense of dread,
What was to become of her?
Would she never be rescued from her deep despair?
Was she destined to long and lonely cold nights?
Would her heart e always be heavy with longing for a love that would never be?
Would her father the KING send another to Succeed where others had failed?
her Soul Was downcast Her Sorrow tangible
As she Wept for wasted years
Then she heard it,it was barely a whisper , a voice in her head, it filled her heart, mind body and soul
I am with you always even to the very end of the age
A glimmer of hope, turned into joy,peace,love
A smile touched her lips and reached her eyes,
It was well with her soul
For she now knew she would never walk alone.
April 23, 2010