With long long strides she paced the room,
Her face now dark,
So dark with gloom.
Swirling full circle at each wall,
Bracing herself -
So she'd not fall.
Robes swishing, flowing!
Embroidery and jewels flashing!
Fierce fire
In the hearth!

Droplets of sweat glinting -
Hair wet with agitation sticking
Upon her head.
Knuckles white
As she clutched
Her sword.

" I've struggled with shadows my own and others,
Dug deep in the wells of knowledge and magic,
I've looked in mirrors, shunning none,
I've fought and struck at spectres in the mists -
And still they come!
Dear God Release me!
Take me Home!
I know no longer for what I fight
In this monstrous endless night! "