Before the Darkness

 

Before the Darkness rides the Maiden

clothed in steel and leather, at her gauntleted wrist

a flash of skin soft and fair

as the flesh of a calla lily.

 

Strike in the day, my love,

and drive the enemy before you;

that all who trudge under the mortal sun

be driven off the edge of the world.

 

We wait, at the edge of night

to be born in your shadow.