Another poem exercise I did last year in Creative Writing
She stood there knowing what to do.
Her strong face and delicate hands poised
To bring back the land.
The world was watching Her
Hoping,waiting that She would live
That She would some how defeat death.
Yet She couldn't win without death,
Resurrection needed to pay Her dues.
So once again She will live
In glory and perfection poised
The Father will smile down upon Her
Crowning Her to reign o're the land.
But at the battle front upon the land
Soldiers stand in front of death
Praying to be saved by Her
And look to Her to see what to do.
Shields at front with iron swords poised
They know not whether they will live.
Her fury will conquer the evil that lives,
Banishing pestilence upon the land.
With grace that looks much too poised
Silencing evil unto death.
Shadow will quake in sight of Her
And pay respects over due.
When the war is over, this She'll do
Keep the world were good can live
And no one will live in fear of Her
Less evil begins to crawl over the land.
They'll fear Her and their coming death
And try to hide with righteous poise.
But good, evil, can never poise
For good, for them, is hard to do
And so will stare face to face with death.
Good will go on with Her alive
And beauty returning to the land.
Praise eternal to the Father and Her.
Victorious over death, now in glory poised.
Good only She'll do, evil fearing Her.
As She lives, reigning peace upon the land.
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