Beyond Death....

They thought she was dead,
Bleeding from her core,
Wounds unfathomable and deep,
Seared on the surface where their weapons hit her body.
They thought they had killed her
Her voice forgotten
Her song unsung....

But deep within a spark lurked,
Weak but not vanquished
Small but invincible
And like a Phoenix from the ashes burnt
Rose she

And her frigid body
Cold from a century's old lesion
Her soul torn apart and crushed
Flopping on the floor like a rag doll
Mended...

Call it sorcery, or the scintillating glimmer of a new dawn
The broken pieces rejoined and bound together with newer strength
Jagged ends of her soul fit together like a jigsaw
She rose

To take on the kingdom which was once her
The wounds will not be forgotten
And the debt of each piece of flesh slit from her body repaid in flesh and blood
The new dawn had arisen
And with it a new HER.