Healing

[Shadow of the Butterfly]

The warrior's heart beats strongly

Beneath her wounded breast

Each step a battle won

Each breath has passed a test

Invisible armour, plated

Secure and well worn

Deep rents of penetration

Secure, but almost torn

The demons she battles

Come from within

Wielding deceptive daggers

Self-doubt they must win

Lancing her spirit

Bleeding her soul's heart

She cries in anguish

Her core torn apart

And upon the agonized cries

Of our fair warrior's plea

A mighty angel descends

Causing the demons to flee

Gathering up his charge

In arms garbed in white

This angel cries in sympathy

Each tear glistening light

One, then another, tear touches down

Healing the rift of pain

This warrior gathers strength:

There are other fights to gain