… She rides not upon a charger
Nor sails upon a stormy sea
I need not look any further
The enemy… is me….
… Her edge cuts deeper than any sword
Her aim is always true
Against her there is no ward
For those who must pay their due.
… Her armor glitters brilliant light
That reveals more than it shields
All of this she brings to the fight
Upon this mortal field.
… Her onslaught there is no resistance
In succumbing can one be free
For she brings to the fight the sharpest lance
The enemy… is me!! …