Harmonic temper bursting through, striping faded skin.
Jagged lines behind her, leaving trails in the wind.
Beautiful, diffusing rays, paint the clear horizon.
Compassion for the beggars, traveling miles to enlighten.
Courage tempts release, risking Balance on the wheel.
Standing on her sword incensed, glimpsing the reveal.
Priestess weaves the safety net, blinding, brilliant gold.
Still the eyes refuse to Know, the mind will not be told.

