Day Eight

Fierce, blood thirsty, equal to anyone
who can claim best in valor;
she is a warrior angel.
Gleaming purple armour
signifying her royal allegiance
her eyes are burning
with stale glory of her clan,
passion for steaming life,
water of pain of losing
very near ones. 
Her skin glows under sun.
She can see everything around
and everything beyond. 

When I close my eyes on this day
and think of you, my insanity
draws this You, for Me.