By the Moon

By the moon

she feels the night swallow her thoughts

in lilting layers of sacred chants spoken from her soul,

listening to medicine man

sing his seer serenade of light and the future,

her very heart trembling

when he includes her name as if the power of thunder

was summoned by its very mention.

Tomorrow beats its drum in her mind,

visions of the day to come burn in her head,

the fire from the images never dies,

knowing the day will bring death.

Her spirit calls in petition and psalm

unto the heavens for intervention

that somehow the prophecy can be altered.

But a silent icy blast of wind

chills her bones with the eternal replies.

So long she has ruled her tribe by a hand of faith and love,

always serving justice and compassion

unto those she treated as children.

Now she must obey a higher voice and do battle at dawn,

dueling with an enemy with flashes of spells and incantations.

Just to purge the world of an evil,

still she cries knowing how the death will give her grief,

because her enemy is her twin sister,

who gave over to dark forces ages ago.

So now she must slay the one is as apart of her very being,

and save her land from the tears,

it will come in obedience to higher powers,

though in silence she will weep

over the loss of the one she cared so much,

and who broke her heart by having killed her soul mate,

unable to stop herself from seeing as sister despite the pain

because in her being love never stop flowing.