She Rides Upon Us

Her dark hair rages in the wind
Mirror of her soul within
There upon her mighty steed
Commanding an army to a dark deed
Her face is full of hate
And her eyes reveal her fate
A sneer forms deep
Me about to sleep
As she rides death upon us
Bodies spill blood and pus
Flash of a blade
Her name is made
Carved from our dead
Her arrival we dread
Tombstones mark the ground
Lost and not to be found
Today we grieve for our loss
They live only to collect moss

Years later she would return
Shattering lives as easy as an urn
But now there was a light
Her soul no longer dark as night
Searching to become a defender
Maybe she is not a pretender
Pain in her eyes
Form self despise
Will protect the weak who need her
A change will occur
Soul shines bright
She will make things right...