Determined she is to fight her fate To keep away the thoughts she hates They fly at her, these shadowy things Snapping sharp teeth and beating dark wings
She swings her sharp sword through the cold, frigid air As she tries to send these things back to their lair But the memories surge, growing in strength and number They attack all at once as they come to confront her
Each time she cuts through one a thought is released A memory so poignant, she falls to her knees They wrap all around her, paralyzing her soul Reminding her of the sweet life that they stole
With her last burst of strength, she tears one shadow down Then, dropping her sword, she falls back to the ground The shadowy thoughts settle over their prey For they knew from the start that they would have their way
Then out of the dark, arrows shoot through the sky Sending all the dark shadows fleeing into the night It takes just a moment to regain her composure Before she stands up to greet this strange new savior
Her eyes open wide as she looks at his face She was sure all her problems had just been erased Though the memories vanished, she steps back and she falls For in her sweet savior is the worst one of all
Wow! This is very impressive! I think you used outstanding imagery in describing the inner battle that she is going through and then the arrival of her rescuer. You did a wonderful job on this. I love it!
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