She called to me, as I died

So many of us

Dying or dead

We lay where we fell

The blows of men

Edges made of steel

And arrows

Ripping our bodies

The snows turned red

Into a powerful winter wind

I see a white figure

Upon the field of recent snow

And she beckons me come

The glimpse of hope

A gossamer thin veil

Gives me a glow

Amazed

By it all

I can’t walk
To her I say

You allow me to fly

I answer only to your call

Before she came

I was so cold

With no way

To rise

But the hope

Gives me strength

And for her

While the gale winds blow

My last ounce of courage

Is poured

She is so elegant

So exquisite

From her heart flows

The path to my release

She shimmers

In celestial glory

And in my hand

Frozen and bleeding

I reach and try

Despite slipping

From my grasp

I will hold her

Before my eyes

Close upon this land

For good