I don't own Trinity, or any characters from The Matrix. This poem just
seemed – to fit her.

Promised Path

Born to fight and bred to size
Promised path and ancient lies
Never having seen the skies
Fated fall and whispered rise.

Trapped within the shifting weave
Where the Shadow-Lords deceive
The soul and heat. Do you believe?
What is the creed to which you cleave?

Unknowing choice. Desperate blow
The reflection does not show
The weary eyes. What do they know?
Flesh of woman. Heart of snow.

Lady fearsome, dark and bright
Footsteps echo in the night
Drawn as moth, to shrink from light
Watcher on a fabled height.