[NightHawk]: 105.NightHawk's Poetry Index.Sikki

Sikki

Arrows humming, arrows singing,
Arrows flying straight and true,
To the heart of the queen, who stands in the center--of angry faces.
They pierce her breast and tear her side--though she screams not.
Spectators cheer at the death of the witch,
But one stops at a new event.
Shifting, shaping, slithering skin reforms into--a beautiful maiden.
She slumps to the ground as shimmering, white wings--sprout at her back,
And her form stills, causing the Warrior of the Light to weep.
Standing, he matches her wings with a pair of his own--pointed ears, and long, blond hair.
Gathering arrows, red and bloody, and pulling one--from the girl's heart,
He fervently wishes for her return, and death-bringers fade away.
Then she rises, wreathed in light--as she stands.
United once more, their dragons they mount,
Great beasts flown in from the sky.
Long necks intertwine as the couple below embraces,
Bestowing upon each other tender kisses, then all ride off--into the night.
Sikki.