Visions

Wings of passion stretch forth my visions

Out into a fiery grave of marked graves

Long does the journey seem to be with it’s arches

Wanting that re-verbiage but not yet so

White blood gown upon my body represents life is

Not all that clean nor perfect

Stretching forth my hands grasping for what is there

Making noises of acoustic pitches in the air

Screaming at the echoes

Turning cameras round and round making you dizzy

Fly above the mountains with the dragon hearts

Have the winds breeze my hair with dew

Touch me with lightning strikes so that I can be reborn

Into the vastness of the dungeons below

Fighting with my Armour

For I will cut you strong and win

For I am a Princess Warrior

I will not accept defeat

So lay your weapon down

And beg for mercy

Plead your case

And if, it be worthy

I will let you live

Rebekah Owens

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