On this battlefield, she’s alone surrounded by Creators of Despair.
Their evil victory blood lust chant fills the night air.
She kneels before them defeated, battered, being treated unfair.
Bones broken, body bruised, and blood matted hair.
But evil souls celebrate too soon and are foolishly unaware.
Their guard has lowered when they should all beware.
For her beaten soul and this night, their own victory song they share.
Angel warriors begin a divine rhythm of war drums and battle snares.
Her shield in one hand, sword in the other; no evil soul will be spared.
A-million-to-one odds against her, but this fight she will dare.
Slashing and thrusting, she fights with precision warrior focus and flare.
Triumphantly she emerges above the mayhem of this terrible nightmare.
The pain she once carried she no longer has to bear.
Her journey, once going nowhere, now is going somewhere.
To the kingdom of divinity, security and care.
Love, Peace, and freedom wait for her there.