oh woman, glorious blend

almost home, scars and all life's delicate yet so robust - weapons stowed standing tall warrior trained emotion or princess drawn heart which to trust?

letting tears wash the grime of clashes, this fair maiden as the phoenix rising, high above devastation's ashes

poison of attacking serpent in memory causing most uncertain thoughts, prosecute the stalwart combatant yet known outwardly as nonchalant,

letting those with hardened ignorance walk away, with their airs and chide
the best now rise up, winning the day, where thoughts collide
This force serves light and darkness gives depth unknown in past, ability to fight or discover truth inside that will lead and last all loss becomes the foremost gain for letting go you're refreshed from pain
Let ultimate conquering release fair maiden as the dove,
while the princess warrior remains, if bidden, to come for conquest
glorious blend of strength, beauty, courage, wisdom, and love

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The pic was found at the web of Jane Starr Weils; see more of the artist's work follow this link...