The Light Princess

Blackness veils the fading day, 

Turning everything still but the shadows, 

That grow now that they are the undead, 

Sliding towards their altars to pray. 

 

The silence is just a blindfold, 

The night but an illusion;

Things unheard best left unsaid, 

Things unseen better forgotten. 

 

The lone warrior of light phoenixes, 

Growing in shape 'n' brightness, 

On her chariot of prayers and clouds,

And the dark dies under her light sword. 

 

But Karma does take it unerring toll, 

The Goddess starts failing to the black, 

Night by night losing her sheen, 

Slowly disappearing into nothingness. 

 

Despair though not my friend, 

For she will fight again;

Stay well-hidden till then, 

The light princess will soon re-arise.