"it is time, little Swella"
avalanche spoke into her heart
"i go before you... but from you, i shall never part"
she knew, he spoke undying truth
for they...
burned into her very soul
brand her skin to the bone
"though thee, might not be beside me, i stand assured, you dwell within, milord"
Swella stood bold
the glazed eyes that stared down at her
caused a swelling soar
the praise in them
not a single condemn
"i can do this" her thoughts declared
within seconds, her head was adorned in elation
"helmet of salvation"
impenetrable metal hug her chest
"breastplate of righteousness"
a golden girdle snaked around her hips in sooth
"belt of truth"
enarmes strapped an aspis in place
"shield of faith"
sun glint metal, diamond crusted hilt
"sword of the spirit"
peace swirled like a tornado around her feet
lifting her, face to face, with he
"i suit you"
he accolade
a desire to please him arose
to not wrestle against flesh and blood
but against principalities, powers;
rulers of the darkness of this world;
spiritual wickedness, in high places
for little Swella had depart, but now, before him stood
a fearsome byproduct
of his sovereign conduct
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