She Rose To Power

The night was long
With thoughts of him as he lay beside her Wondering and pondering She imagined a World of home,
Where she'd rest and never go weary.

Where she'd be held and never broken or Drawn in the tears of her produce.
Aglow as always, she'd reciprocate the human  She had become but he never saw her, let Alone read her mind.

Is the story of the soul, once neglected but Never stayed down,
Broken, but mended with scars to remember The day she fell and rose to power...

To render to herself and all who'd listen
That there's a place they'll soar
High and attain,
With treasures of fine gold
And silver of wooden vessels
Only to discover the mystery
Behind their achievements
Were faded,
Darkened in dead darkness
But found the day sun, and rose to power

Love Well
© Brillsxpression
(Brilliantine Wilcox)