She is the quiet champion Nothing but the Truth and it shall make us free; The pensive fighter, she sits, eyes down and mind a hunter for that Truth to liberate her and me and us and all until It's done. Eyes dart and heart beats on slowburn the embers glowing hot in the center, waiting to blaze and lick and lap at the danger as sword and shield are drawn and Jabberwock is slain and then a slight grin a hug a sparkle in the eye as -The monster's head in her hand- She returns to her Truth and her love and the soft glow of the quiet champion's eyes as they look to those around her and the sword and shield in the corner for the next monster
the smile returns, the eyes kindle, the task manifests and the work begins again--quiet and pensive the Gladiator marches toward the Truth with her friends
peaceful except for the footsteps and the whispers and the love