Raphium Series~misfits of the host

 
my heart serenades sweet melancholy
her tenderness is hidden in me lest the world hurt her
gentle woman with an open soul rests in the valley of the dawn

I am the warrior charged to protect this sweet spirit
I will not allow her to become jaded
I stand as guardian at the gates
she is my ward while on Earth, nothing wicked this way come

I detect treachery on the winds
try my hand. times three you will pay for each tear shed
for brokenness of innocence scorned

you parade a harlot to your own shame
believing in your heart she will suffer your arrogance
narcissistic isms of the void be damned

her faith is a whisper in the sacred halls of record
it will be as a whirlwind--
blowing down the confounded images you sculpt to lead her astray
a predestined soul evolving in power is glowing within my truth

she is not alone--
her peoples groan under the weight of adversity
they testify against you
one by one they enter her sanctuary
where they are loved unconditionally
home at last among their own kind

misfits once used as whipping posts
unite hand in hand to defeat senseless violence of the host