A Saint of Kind, Dressed in Emaculate Red
Now, she stands at the edge of the precipice 
A watcher of Mother Nature, a Guardian of the Gate
Of great wisdom can she shield from anger, deafen torment and blind from hate.
Such tears for humanity has she wept and bled....
Soaked into her cape - the cloth that embeds her like a river of red.
Time passes through her, but strong is the mind
She is Amazon, Warrior - a patron saint of kind.
You thought you could conquer her, terrorise her body, mutilate her soul
But she is the master of Fate
the Captain of her Soul.
She stands unafraid looking out on a new world, as an artist so ready to create.....
She sees such beauty in life and as a storyteller
so shall she weave her threads of gold.
