The Warrior in chains

She, who cloaks herself with the mist of unmasked whispers behind her back
She, who at the epiphanic edge, hurls and descends into the sea of chaos
To drag herself back up, bloodied and bruised with hands sooted in black
She, who wears the mantle of punctuated uncertainty well
And She, who quivers with her ache for heaven
Only to shatter into a million shards whilst being dragged through hell
Cursed to stay swathed in a shroud of concealment

She, A mask
She, A slave

She, who secretly desires to be the moon to his wolf
Yet is left ravaged in shadowed archways, under his snickering gaze
To weep alone with scarred knees and fractured calves
A mere conquest in the recesses of his mind
She, whose heart is carved and gouged, sputtering in erratic beats
And she, whose yearning to be craved as the ocean craves salt remains forsaken

She, a whore
She, a wench

She, whose hiraeth is fated to be satiated ephemeral
She, whose face is acclaimed ten times yet her soul remains to be spurned at every glance
Oh, but her ecstasy would be incandescent in its manifestation
The second she no longer bows her head, and see in the slivers of tomorrow and yesterday
Her own worth, the measure of her strength, the weight of her wisdom and the luminescence of her eyes
She, who will unveil her soul bare, and burn in breathless moments of elysian

She, an inferno
She, an ember

She, whose whispers fade into the cruel silence of a raised hand
But whose voice no longer will remain chocked, the chains will unravel, the thorns will part to reveal the rose
She, who is the barren land where grew hope, wherein winds roared in fury, and her fire remains to be the thunder before the storm of her passion
She, who will rise from the ashes of a chained heron, to unfurl her wings and weave the song of her soul
To make the screams heard, the cries felt, and the blood sway to the rhythm of her scars
And it will be her skies that reign, that will thrash and scream before sighing at the release of burdened dreams

Oh, she will part her lips and open her eyes; therein they will see the fires of heaven and the majesty of wolves

She, a warrior
She, a queen