In the space between moments
Almond eyes peek through frothy green,
Rustling the glistening atmosphere.
Her moves are quick and spirit keen,
Though curling mists enhance her fear.
Sinister poison creeps upon the ground,
Slowly bleeding from a skeletal hand.
An ominous footfall is the only sound,
Echoing within her ancestral lands.
Her wings flutter with a glossy light,
And her very essence begins to stumble.
The withering sun gives way to night,
As for the needed strength she fumbles.
The lightening brings the very first blow,
As the dark phantom confidently emerges.
His eyes show of the hateful inferno below,
As from him, Satan's wrath surges.
The shell of beauty is hard upon him,
But within the inky serpent waits.
Paralyzed, his opposer's spirit dims,
And she begins to question her fate.
Smoke billows from his howling lips,
And starts to choke her feeble magic.
From a brightly jeweled chalice he sips,
The very smell making her sick.
The tiny fae wavers and begins to fall,
Headed for the agony of her brothers.
Her soul then hears a familiar call,
Demanding that she not die with the others.
Remembrance stabs like a twisted blade,
And she soars back towards the demon.
She will not allow her people to fade,
So her own brand of power she summons.
The ground trembles and foliage entwines,
Beneath her calm and gentle fingertips.
Light breaks from the slithering vines,
And his grasp on her world, she rips.
Her silver fire begins to brightly blaze,
Cleansing decay from her fragile home.
The light returns with an amber haze,
And in the luster, her people forever roam.
~*Like a lion, without fear of the howling pack,
Like a gust of wind, ne'er trapped in a snare,
Like a lotus blossom, ne'er sprinkled by water,
Let me, like a unicorn, in solitude roam.*~ Hymn Of Buddha