Surrounded by the swamp

resting in a rocking chair

enemies attempt to capture her

mostly on a dare

Life has been difficult

each challenge is a creature

hunting day and night

she is the dinner feature

Through it all

the rocks and rocking chair rose

a sanctuary from danger

continues to grow

Time passed

time for her spirit to leave

one last walk in the swamp

washing away those that cleave

Sitting on the chair

it rises to become a throne

she sits in a gown of white

never alone

Young again

sent on another mission

a puddle of water surrounds her

the price of admission

Surrounded by challengers

she is protected from above

a small chair emerges

a sanctuary of love