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

I’m the type to believe
That love is something fast, something quick
You’ll know it the moment your eyes meet

But that didn’t happen
At least for us, it was different
My heart just started to beat to a weird rhythm

Slowly, carefully, scared of what could be
But then steady, like a love song
Devoiding my mind of what could go wrong

It was terrifying, and I was crying
But you held my hand like I wasn’t dying
So maybe this time I’ll try living
- and maybe soon, loving.