Yellow Haired Warrior
A yellow haired warrior stands alone 'neath the sun,
The future uncertain, the past not undone.
She casts her mind back to the day that she was a bride,
The day her child should have lived and she should have died.
Five faces responsible, they all did her wrong,
Her anger is constant, her vengeance is strong.
The sun starts to set and she thinks of the blood that's been spilled,
By her very own hand, two have been killed.
The setting was beautiful, 'neath the snow and the stars,
Snowflakes turned red from the wounds now that are scars.
Weapons were drawn and hell was unleashed,
Her skill was unmatched, the target's spirit released.
The other was a mother, just as she could have been,
But an eye for an eye, unforgiven, unseen.
Two out of five, but there is still hate in her heart,
The three that are left will soon play their part.
She takes out her sword, the blade shining like gold,
It was time to move on, the day growing old.
The future is uncertain but he