Scars
Was it vengeance that she endlessly sought?
Could I really tell, watching from the sky
if she rejoiced in the pain that she brought?
And yet sometimes on her shoulder sat I
So close to that eternal burning scar
From under her eye to her mouth?s corner
Laceration glimmering from afar
Testament of ancestral harm to her
It was also born by her long cold mother
But history did not have her frightened
By every generation ?twas furthered
Because of this her anger was heightened
And her ancestors had all died the same
Every one lowered into the ground
This one quest of retribution their bane
To their shared doom my master was bound
Every day I ride the wind and look down
Yet even with hawk?s eyes I cannot see
The saving grace of hesitation?s frown
Nor hint of fear or sensibility
One night she dreamt aloud the transgression
For which she carried that fatal mark
Genocide of a great people?s nation
And beneath that burden her heart grew dark
I was a companion for hunting
A mere hawk to capture small game
But her sword was a comrade for trusting
Every night it was sharpened the same
Each day was the closer that my master came
And I saw thick clouds on the horizon storming
Under each breath was a light murmured name
It was a curse, a threat, a warning
She refused to stop until there was death
And I knew her last day was drawing near
One or both needed to draw very last breath
Thoughts of our journey?s end spurred my fear
We came upon an imposing chateau
As ancient as my master?s adversary
Dark powers danced him around his winter?s snow
His rule through the centuries carried
At the grand gates she sent me into flight
Yet I waited?at dusk she reappeared
I would be there to witness their fight
They were locked in grave combat as I feared
Her hair was stained with blood and dark with sweat
She tripped and I could not suppress my call
A loud echoing scream outward I let
Her foe looked upward in the rainfall
My master dove forward in desperate assault
He was not been completely off guard
Yet she impaled her enemy in result
But there was luck in his final card
His death came quick but hers was cruelly slow
Before she died her scar went away
But it was not ?til morning that she let go
And the sun awoke to bring a new day.
