She Returns


She burns
She burns bright
From the sleepy
Void of night

From the darkened
Times of old
When the Earth 
Was burning cold

When the fires in
Our dim lit eyes
Matched the ashen
Clouded skies

The colors drab
The evening pale
Like shattering
And shrieking hail

The time we knew
Would come one day
Return of dancing
Gilded ray

Spread of heat
And warmth of will
How far it seemed
To wait until

The rise of She-
Her cloak of gold
That radiant gift
At last unfold

That bringer of 
The magic bright
Darkness into light.