WARRIOR

Little warrior,
naked, nameless,
from your cosy hull
they tore 
you.

Little warrior,
sacred, blameless,
it was your slayer
who bore
you.

Little warrior,
Goddess, abyss,
it was her helpmate
who begot
you.

Little warrior,
sinless, helpless
a blight on Earth
they thought
you.

Ruin and woe
you spelled.

Hopes and dreams
you felled

From maternal 
womb into 
Mother's own
you pilgrimaged,
breathing Her
dark brown
blood.

Nor sun, nor moon
shall you know,
nor stars,
nor little battlefields,
their deepest scars.

Little warrior,
Great light,
now Angels shall
adore
you.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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