Samanta Fleming
honour is the form of a person
honour is the form of a person
"Her Name Is Honour."
She opens the gate to glory,
Soaring through with magnificent flight.
Wings, that of an angel,
Blushed feathers of a phoenix.
Alighting with inaudible grace-
A runway of triumph.
She does take the first step,
Innocent confidence in her stride.
Poppies follow like an endless veil-
She is forever moving forward.
Embracing a sword of tender steel,
An invisible crown upon her head.
A permanent ivory glow exudes,
From the indestructible core.
She has conquered every battle,
Born with an inner shield.
They praise her-
They bow in her presence-
For they have yet to find
Their internal armor.
Born with it, are we all.