Bow is MightierPosted: May 6, 2014
She stood atop the hill
a firm hand on the hilt
her breath withheld.
Their feet – echoes of distant thunder.
Their march – the beat of the Earth.
As they approached, she unsheathed her blade.
It was a weapon unlike anything he’d seen before.
As the setting sun caught the glitter of the hairs,
he realized it was no sword at all,
but the bow of a golden violin.
And in front of all his army,
she began to play.