Her eyes were a piercing blue.
Her hair, a fiery red.
She moved in slow motion,
her hair blurring into burning red flames,
piercing the darkness surrounding her.
The flames trailed up into the sky above,
and I could almost smell the smoke.
A passion burned inside her,
like the scalding hot embers of a dying fire,
but there was a coolness in the intensity of her eyes.
If you looked deep enough,
you could see a whole ocean,
life flourishing in its depths.
She fought with a strength
untamed by the advancement of her opponent.
Like a herd of wild horses,
galloping straight through a group of cowboys
trying to tame their wild spirits.
I didn't recall seeing her before.
Surely I would've remembered my introduction to such a warrior.
What was her name?
I watched her in awe as she battled her opponent with the ferocity
of a lioness.
In chess, it's the Queen's job
to protect the King.
She acted as if she were doing just that.
What was her name?
A ringing begins, echoing in my ears louder,
and louder,
until it finally focuses on one sound.
"... Aurora!"
She was named after the dawn.
-Brianna Cecille Blades
DU LIEST GERADE
In the Afternoon
PoesieCHRONICLES OF CROWN AND CASUALTY BOOK 3- Everyone wished they were like her. The definition of propriety and popularity. She wore wildflowers in her hair... A collection of poems by and about the Lady of Lancaster.
