Here, have a Poem.

Song of the day: “Living Doll” by Cliff Richard, and the Young Ones. Freaky song, very suitable for a day that felt waaaaaay too long, a tad too painful and…well, Aaaaaargh, it was grocery day, so go figure.

Added to that, Manasa, one of our eleven year old Golden retrievers was ill last night, and then appeared to have slipped into a coma by the time morning arrived, so before grocery shopping we had to head for the vet where we had to make the decision to put her down, since it was most likely a metastasized cluster of tumors. Dammit! Yeah, that really made my day, poor Manasa. First Vara a few weeks ago, and now we only have Nata left of that particular litter. Double damn.

So I’m in a freaky mood, and seeing as I’m totally not in the mood to tell about my day, I had to wear four friggin pair of shoes just to get through it, mind you, I’m going to really cheat with the day’s blog and put up a poem I love. It is like a short story, but then in rhyme.

Here goes:

Vengeful Warrior

Armed and weary to the bone she stood upon the shore
The hounds of hell swirling around, their eyes red and lusty galore
Grief and vengeance in mind her strongest drive
Naught would stop her, no man with sword or knife

Winds swept in from the raging sea
The land of those before her, keeping her captured, never allowing her to be free
Death had claimed all she held dear
Alone she stood now, in solitude but not with fear

Alone, but fight she would
Her only aid hell’s blood lusty brood
Thunder and lighting brought on by her masterful spell
So much power within and no one to tell

Ragged and torn clothes plastered against her chilled skin
Vengeance and wrath her only sin
Cast in light her mighty sword gleamed
Twirling through the air, it danced and preened

A gleeful cry of battle lured her from behind
The fiery beasts around her perked but paid no mind.
Slowly the last of her kind turned to face the cause of her pain
The brute, the beast; by his hand her clan was slain

Rain, like ice slapping against cliffs of stone and rock
His presence expected, no longer a shock
Proudly the brutish enemy stood broad and tall
His intent clear, to break her, to make her fall

Submission and defeat his only wish
‘T was the one thing he would never accomplish
Determined and fierce
Her only intention, his evil heart to pierce

Growling, their eyes alight
The hounds spread out, prepared to fight
The sight they made, fearful indeed
Forcing the brute into mighty speed

Roaring a proud cry of battle
The brute rushed forward with lightning’s powerful crackle
Agile and fast, the warrior princess spun around
The hefty sword shimmering as its point lifted from the ground

Fluid like the violent sea at her back
She burst towards danger, her every fiber thrown into attack
In her mind were the faces of those she’d lost
She would avenge them, no matter what the cost

Sword against sword the combatants met
It wouldn’t be over until one lay dead
Grace and speed a fair match indeed
It met brute force unrelentingly, until she would succeed

Endlessly they parried within their deadly dance
Making her wonder if she stood a chance
An error of judgment made her clumsily tumble
Her footing slipping, making her stumble

Triumphantly the brute roared his victory
His glee so great that he was too late to see
The hounds of hell burst forth en mass
Protecting, defending their fiery lass

Claws and teeth sharp and strong, they flew at the brute’s mighty form
Allowing the warrior princess to do as she’d sworn
Tears of loss and pain trailed down her sallow cheek
Her sword rising, thrusting up into lighting’s peak

Power of vengeance and love pulsed through blood and limb
Her beautiful face pale, her expression grim
Heaving with one mighty stroke
The brutish enemy’s body broke

The empty shell that remained
Soon the earth would have regained
Alone she stood again
Her turmoil calming, a knowing inside telling her that this is where it all began

Rebuild the clan she would
In the end, the land would be as it should

The end.
I’m outta here.