Burning rain touched her morning skin
day after day, who she was
was who she had always been
trains had crashed and planes had flown
but nothing was as she was told
a break from the past to a road less scattered,
daunting winds of change had patterned
tales of fairy meant nothing more
and so did hair hit the floor
adjusting the sail she fought the sea
she would stand alone, a warrior of Iceni
in search of far more valuable treasure
she chose to dance and ignore the weather
the tempestuous fog became a mist
with all of her might she made a fist
grasping the dagger she released the bind
not by choice of another anymore
but by her own disenthrallment she could thrive
under no impression would sunshine stay
the knife was held outside its cage
with pride she wore the so called scarlet cape
indefinitely invincible from the burning rain
-M