The stars shone above,
Echoing the world she lost;
Bringing back the time she would bow,
If she had not kept her trust.

She thought of the toil she had done today,
And her net so full of fish,
She felt content, keeping hunger at bay,
And was ready for tomorrow’s dish.

The smell of the earth and sea,
And the fragrances playing with the falling dusk,
Lulled her into reminiscing sleep,
Calling upon her story of strife and lust.

She went back to the day,
When she was set free,
Splendidly wrapped, fresh and gay.
Twas the day when she would go to he.

But in the craze of celebration,
Nobody saw the ominous clouds gathering,
The prince who appeared full of contemplation,
Was the harbinger of death come aridin’.

The night, eerily silent and long,
He made her a woman full grown;
But with the mornings’ first dong,
Her world had grown horribly wrong.

The madness of power ran strong in him,
While her eyes were full of love.
But in the cocoon, amidst her own whim,
She forgot she wasn’t a dove.

Stepping outside, her ground shattered,
The rapine left her dazed,
And her heart grew ridged, hard and rigid,
Forever closed to his gaze.

She had lost her father,
Her mother was slain;
And the loss of life she could not gather,
For carrion had eaten all like grain.

Her head grew hot,
Arms found a strength of their own;
Vengeance for what had been wrought:
The decimation of her own home.

Plucking the dagger she had got,
She marched to her chamber,
Emanating the laugh begetting the carnage wrought,
She charged forgetting all danger.

Death stood her in all his glory,
Laughing at her plight,
Feeding of her misery,
And thus began the fight.

The sounds shook the land;
Twas the fight between death,
And last hope against being damned:
The challenge had been met.

Lights flashed across the battleground,
This battle of light and  dark;
But the darkness surged onward,
Unstoppable against her mere spark.

Hope had been lost,
The sith forces rejoiced;
For all had been host,
To this parasite voiced.

None saw the flickering speck,
Still burn like an ember.
And an angel rose to the deck,
Even he felt a shiver.

The white light blinded all.
The spark birthing the resurgence of
All good, uplifting the pall,
And putting his advance to a stop.

He who was Death fled the scene,
Never wounded before,
Repelled by a single sheen,
Of she who trusted in her own bore.

And thus twas that a single girl,
Repelled all death and destruction.
Saving her entire world,
With the sheer force of determination.

But the engagement had not left her alone,
She became recessed in herself.
For display of purity she did atone,
And now only her eyes betray herself.

Now run along, leave this old man be.
Your moms beckon,
This is the end of this story.
You might think i’m senile,
But when she wrote history,
I was witness.

And if you all are joyful today,
‘Tis because of this lonely fisher woman.