A battle scarred land,

So peaceful and yet so deadly,

A chilling silence descends,

A lone crow flying softly overhead,

Searching for its meal.

The wind blowing through her hair,

Like flames dancing upon the wind,

Piercing green eyes,

It's like they can see in to your soul.

The wind that rises with the dragon?

More like the graceful phoenix,

A woman without fear,

Despite these fearful times.

Her eyes so lost in thought,

Words whispered but none heard,

A secret lost to the wind,

Words lost in time.

A scythe, a bow,

It matter not to this woman,

She carries the weight of the world

And yet asks for no help at all.

Her battered armour,

Discarded to the side,

It's lost its purpose,

Just like she has.

What to do?

A mournful sigh,

Such pointless battles,

Foolish men wanting only power,

Caring nothing for the world around them.

A tear,

She has lost hope,

Maybe she should carry on,

But how can she when she has lost him.

No time for hesitations,

Cast aside these simple thoughts,

To battle she must go,

She has to take her husband's place,

She has to become the dragon.