Warrior Woman

By Fire

A warrior woman with ebony hair

The lady Sara strong and fair

On her wrist she wears the blade

Destined to wear it from the moment it was made

The blood of ages runs through her veins

Each and every life that she has lived filled with hardship and pain

No-one know from whence it came

All that is known is that its power will never wane

Some say it's good, some say it's evil

Who's to say that it is either?

For in this world it is known

That darkness or light can not exist alone

The blade and its wielder go hand in hand

The future and the past flowing together like the shifting of sand

Through all the times and all the ages

What is seen in its eerie red light is many different times and many different faces

In the chaos that the universe creates

A single woman carries the unyielding weight

That was heaped upon her by the fates

She must be strong, she must have a heart that is fair

Because the Witchblade has chosen her as its wearer.