Beginning, Middle, End
By: Spooker
In the beginning she was reluctant.
Reluctant, afraid, innocent
she didn't know what it was like to be a hero.
Or a worrier for that matter.
Her life was simple.
In the middle
she was more wiser for the wearer.
She new how to fight.
She new how to die.
But she learned to live.
In the end she was strong,
Strong, brave, gallant.
She was no longer that innocent girl,
but a worrier
A strong women willing to face fate.
Home
Back to B Archives
Back to Poems Archive
