A warrior cast from the silver height
Left in the dust of a ruthless night
With a stolen eye and a broken wing
She learned the bite of a holy sting
No longer a soldier in heaven’s keep
With secrets buried and sorrows deep
She traded her halo for iron and grit
And a candle of hope that the Princess lit
With a moth’s soft grace and a soldier's heart
She plays her fierce and protective part
A silver spear in a steady hand
To guard the dream of a broken land
Her love is the anchor, her will is the shield
Refusing to falter, refusing to yield
For the girl with the smile and the golden hair
She’d face every demon and every snare
The X on her eye is a mark of the past
A shadow of judgment the heavens once cast
But her soul isn't grey like the skin she wears
It’s found in the burden of love that she bears
No longer a puppet of light and of war
She found what her spirit was searching for
Not a righteous path or a golden gate
But a heart to protect in a world of hate
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 11:05 PM UTC
A warrior cast from the silver height
Left in the dust of a ruthless night
With a stolen eye and a broken wing
She learned the bite of a holy sting
No longer a soldier in heaven’s keep
With secrets buried and sorrows deep
She traded her halo for iron and grit
And a candle of hope that the Princess lit
With a moth’s soft grace and a soldier's heart
She plays her fierce and protective part
A silver spear in a steady hand
To guard the dream of a broken land
Her love is the anchor, her will is the shield
Refusing to falter, refusing to yield
For the girl with the smile and the golden hair
She’d face every demon and every snare
The X on her eye is a mark of the past
A shadow of judgment the heavens once cast
But her soul isn't grey like the skin she wears
It’s found in the burden of love that she bears
No longer a puppet of light and of war
She found what her spirit was searching for
Not a righteous path or a golden gate
But a heart to protect in a world of hate
Vaggies story in my version
