Legacy

The dust is swirling in a rising gale.
Her foes, like frightened sparrows, rush away
in frenzied flight, and gelded swordsmen flail
with fists and blood in brawny disarray.

But now, like those she vanquished, she returns
defeated, bending with the storm. A bough
of sapling, supple, steeled, forever yearns
for realms beyond her shield, to keep her vow
of battling through eternity. She crossed
unending worlds to probe a mystery
beyond the stars, where wanderers are lost,
as I am, launched upon an odyssey
to follow her, to seek the holy grail
upon her trodden path, to no avail.