The Fight.

All she wants to do
Is curl up in a ball,
Hide away from the world,
Where no one knows to call.

She cannot wait to
Hide, from Cold's bitter bite,
but it seems so damn weak,
To just give up her fight.

Scared and unknowing,
She's tired of trying,
She always seems to spend
All of her time crying.

Evil is waiting,
No matter how she yells,
Her voice pitched on a high,
It's not enough to quell,

He moves towards her,
Knees tuck under her chest.
As she tightens her pose,
He is on his last quest.

Right there before her,
His body breaks under,
As his legs start to crumble,
Comes sound of the thunder.

Rising up, she runs
Sprinting away from sight,
A shadow leaving us,
Knowing she's won the fight.