Clad in the armor of war
She faces the storm
Above her roaming the sky
Her obsidian dragon of eyre
By her feet slithering fast
Her red serpent of tales
Upon her back
Lays the bow and arrows
Soaked with poisoned truth
In her hand
She carries the staff of justice
Her body is black and blue
From all the hits she's taken
****** feet and hands
From the mountains she's climbed
She is finally here
The last battle
With a stance of defiance
Whispers into the storm
*"I am ready...."