Afraid of what stands before you,
“Demon!” you scream, trying to cast it out.
You’ve been told it is your God-given right
to control what terrifies you.
But your God has no dominion here,
not as you were taught at the black pulpit.
The wild in her eyes is uncontainable rage,
a fearsome opponent to the cowardly warrior.
You point your finger in the direction of
immediate acquiescence.
Rising against with bold fury,
she has no fear of your demand.
Red vendetta blasphemes the divine,
she steels herself against your peppered spray.
Your rote truth has no business standing
inside her forest of wisdom.
Accusations of evil mean nothing
to an angered mother bear.
Do not be fooled by the hellfire in her eyes
for it does not represent the underworld of lore.
This creature before you is beyond your comprehension.
Untamed ferocity; pure, holy and true.
Crazed roar, an eternal gift to her children,
and to her opponent; a just and formidable warning.
She is strength and courage embodied,
born at night, the darkness is familiar.
She hunts her prey in the silence of
the shadows, which are her home.
She watches and waits.
You step deeper into the nothing.
Licking open wounds, hunger satiated,
she dances before dawn breaks.
Holding her light in the palms of her hands,
illuminating a path for those lost to the dark.
