Bronwen Sunrise

It was the 4th of June, 1992

I was with my archaeological team excavating the Aryan caves

Digging like slaves men collapsing to the heat of the sun

Just wanted to be accepted by my peers

The historical society of the Order of Whispers

My shovel hit something "I struck gold'"

Through this poem I leave behind a legend will unfold

An old tablet was found covered with dirt

Encrypted on it,Bronwen's name.

Bronwen Cox Hollinger Queen of the Day

Below the tablet lay a chamber

Some sort of a tomb

With paintings on the wall depicting the Persian doom.

The tablet read

There once ruled a queen with emerald eyes

Her word was rain to a drought terrain

Statuesque was she the dawn breaker

For when the sun set pretty venture on her land

Her radiance reflected in the heart of every man

Feared and worshiped tales of her glory

Said to have defeated hordes and have shown no mercy

The tablet revealed an untold story,

That would astonish historians around the world

Bronwen was not just a mortal girl

The Queen was the savior of this world

Heresies the Persian king

Ruled the four corners of the earth

Made an unholy pact with a Necromancer

He sort out dark power the type that consumed the soul

Made his essence evil claimed to devour the world

Spreading his arms like wildfire the mad king caused desolation

In the evergreen world that now transpires

His reign immortal his stance fierce

He dared anyone to challenge his rule

Bronwen Queen of daylight mother of all men

Set out to put this Mad Kings story to an end

Her hair golden illuminated the morale of every alliance soul

Queen Bronwen sliced her way through his unholy breed

Looked Heresies in the eye and she began her creed

You have been warned darkness for I am the light

Surrender now or take arms

Your reign shall end to the netherworld you will go

To face trial for the crimes you've committed

A horrific laugh as the atmosphere festered

Queen of the day do as you may for I am a God

I'll soon be feeding you to the dogs

Bronwen pulled out a bow they called it Sunrise

It fired multiple arrows like shards of light

Pierced through his Daedric Armor he started to bleed

He screamed" Necromancer what does this mean?"

Limping his way to Heresies side the necromancer informed him

About the weapon from the sky it is the truth it is the light

Avoid its volley or be it your plight.

Howling in anger he pulled out his weapon

Rushed towards Bronwen and slashed her fair skin

The moon aligned with the sun and the earth

Darkness surrounded the land

Eclipse the wrecker of light he called the Scythe

The weapon of night

This malevolent weapon caused mass destruction

A rapid fire of arrows she fired in retaliation

A storm gust of darkness from the necromancer's staff

Shielded his sire as they began to laugh

She pulled out two swords from her sundress

Aurora and blaze slice the king's head and end his craze

These mystical swords forged by the Gods

Gave her the strength to behead the dark lord

The birds in the sky came out to sing the world was bright again

The days of darkness officially came to an end

Bronwen Cox Hollinger's tale will always remain

A secret of the order of whispers

To me she will always be the girl who saved me and my world

..xx..

Author's Note

For the poetess Bronwen. Haven't kept in touch with her at all but this was a writing during my younger years.