Poetic Music

Ascendance

As the sun and moon stand aside,

The silent screams of battle arise.

Through death, despair, and pain,

the clashes of souls leave no name.

In the final moments of life's demise,

all that's heard are the blade's cries.

Through the remnants of death,

A warrior engraves her final breath.

Her eyes see a different path,

and those around begin to feel her wrath.

When the soul meets with war,

It craves something much more.

Glory? Fame? The path to power?

None compare in your life's final hour.

This warrior will no longer cower,

this warrior over life will tower.

Through her will she seizes transcendence,

Through her life she achieves ascendance.