Victory the Angel

I feel it in the wind
The royal, ancient, soft wind
I stand before a sea of green, with dotted trees and mist
The wind tosses me hair and kisses my cheek
The angel flies about me, kissing me, caressing me
She relaxes me
The sun comes to help her warm me, prepare me
I know the name of this angel
She’s visited me from time to time.
As a glitter of steel is seen on the horizon, I whisper her name.

Victory

The wind picks up, the mist lifts
And I see before me a dark cloud moving across the rolling hills
I see glitters like stars jutting out from a clouded sky
A horn blows behind me
Metal armor clangs as men rise
My horse prepares himself
His mane wisps around me, dancing in the sunlight
The steel of my sword sounds and rings as I draw it
A thousand times it multiplies behind me
We are ready for my angel
She takes flight ahead of me
She tells me where to ride
Charging down the hill, followed by a thunder of horses and a lightning of shining steel