By Laura Schiller
I see her fly beneath the silver moon,
Haunted by demons, shattered and not whole.
She slays them with a whirling blade of light –
Yet every stroke rebounds upon her soul.
Come, turn to me, forget your pain and sorrow.
Recall our golden childhood, full of dreams.
I promise you I'll still be here tomorrow,
Though shadows come and nothing's what it seems.
Let's draw our swords and face our foes together –
I will be by your side, now and forever.