~* Never Ending Legend *~
Upon the mornings glow,
Dawning bright.
Upon wings of gold does she take flight.
Guardian of the points.
North, East, West and South.
Made of legend,
Dream and fright.
Rising like the sun from the mist.
The great queen soars above.
Taking her final flight.
For soon the crown shall pass,
And the queen shall move on.
To guard over not but the clouds.
Brave and bold she flies,
One last final battle cry.
One last battle does she fight,
A battle to make sure legends never die.
Jean
Sept. 21 1999
