She sits astride her horse so brave
Despite the wind and rain
She minds my soul in light and dark
And eases all my pain.
She clutches me to her breast
when all hope is lost and gone
She gets me back onto my feet
And then urges me on.
She cries out powerful battle cries
That would inspire anyone
She is beautiful and elegant
And as radiant as the sun.
She is powerful and fulsome in her defence of me
She’s the one who keeps me strong even when i am weak,
She will be the last breath I am to breathe
when I am cold she shines on me
And creates the warmth I need.
When asked to describe this warrior goddess
She is easy to describe.
She wears leather she wears lace
She is the angel that’s inspired,
She the one that’s always guided me
And helped me to find grace.
She is my guardian angel
Immense and so refined
She is my guardian angel
And she hunts my very mind.
fauxcroft 
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