The Ardetta Collection
The Farmer fights on
The monsters rush savagely
But she will not fall
One, Two, Four, Broken
She dresses her wounds with care
Five more ribs are cracked
She cries in the night
Her death so close she could feel
What does she fight for?
She steadies her breath
The jade glinting in her hands
A gift for her love
The bells chime warmly
Vows spoken with well-earned breath
A joining embrace