Under light of a full moon
a child was born.
One who would
reclaim the great
Sapphire throne.
She is one
returned
from our ancestors
in the stars.
She will hold
heaven’s sword.
And she grows
from infant to child.
From girl to woman
as strong as any man
who calls her foe.
Wearing a cloak
of darkened furs,
sitting atop
her mount bred for war.
For she goes
to meet the false king.
Dia Tucker Writes 
I like this one. It has a great sense of something epic about to happen.
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