My Nikita

Poem I wrote as part of a novel I'm working on

My dark angel.

A halo of flowing black hair,

Feathered wings seen by none but me,

When she walks, she floats on air.

She believes in me.

My warrior princess.

A knife on one hip, a gun on the other,

And micro-explosives glittering in each ear.

A fatal blow like no other,

When she turns away from fear.

My saving grace.

My redemption; a second chance,

A gift I thank her for each day.

And when she gives me but a fleeting glance,

She hears all that I cannot say.

My hope and light and reason to live.

A saviour of people, a leader of men,

The jewel in the crown, most treasured by all.

She came from nothing, but that was then,

She's fearless now, standing proud, strong and tall.

I just want to thank my wonderful teacher;

Bright as the sun; with the grace of a cheetah;

Honour of a soldier and soul of a preacher;

My saviour, my angel, my guardian; my Nikita.