Strong legs, hearty laughter
Shining eyes, Pixie smile.
Youthful skin and languid walk,
Captured in the heartbeat form
Before the creep of Cancer.
You have no right, Cryptor's Ghoul
To steal the light of the Summer Child.
To take the breath of the Voice of the Siren
To claim the life of the Fairy Tale Princess
To steal the strength of the Prince's Squire.
I Challenge you with the Light of the Dawn,
Through the Heart of the Crimson Warrior
By The Breath of the Phantom Wind
And by the Sword of the Viking King!
Wayward Disease of the Body,
May you be Stricken Down
By the Force of the Creator,
By the Light of the Enlightened
To Exist No More.
Cheryl E Gordon]