The Disguise

Broken in her armor, cast down in the flames

The armor was to protect her, the fire to show the way

Arrows in her quiver and a bow in her hand

To smite coming danger should one make a stand.

Now broken on the ground, the danger was disguised

It entered her arena under her unsuspecting eyes.

It broke her with one blow and left her in the mess

But as she lay in ruins, anger filled her chest

She picked her broken pieces up off the burning ground,

Found her bow and quiver and smote the danger down.

Lesson learned, she will remember in her heart so torn

The face of danger can arrive disguised in many different forms.