Red and black robes

Flowing into the silence

of the night

On swift steed – the wind –

aflame like firelight.

Raven’s breath whispers on air

-          in flight,

Come now, my child, face freely

your plight.

Of staff and shield, onward wind

and drenching rain

Of wand and cloak – to your battle I came

For naught but your gain – nay – swooping,

warrioress, your countenance I behold

Rushing gentle genesis

My soul your kiss

And I sink into your blissful protectiveness.