Dawn wakes, slow and soft
Stretching delicate fingers of light
To relieve the city of it’s shadows
I watch with awe and wild longing
Untouched by the sun’s soft glow
Even as warmth reaches for my gloved hands
My fingers curl away unbidden
Trained beyond my wish
Shrinking from the sunlight
Like a virgin from a lover
In sharp defiance I suddenly stare
Letting white wash over this darkness
Blind my eyes until there is only sight
And truth
Master!
He comes.
Breathe
Breathe cold.
Calm.
Control.
Control.
Using shadow as a cloak
I shrink from the moment
And remember my duty
He comes and I nod
With respectful nuances
Always quiet, dark
Hiding the secret:
This morning
I saw the light.
Witchblade Fan Fiction
Return to the Stronghold