"PRISTINE" heart of a Warrior...

Her hand moved toward her sword, as if it's edge could remind her of fortitude
Or tighten the moorings of her endurance, a plan that would include
Uncertainty in the wind, and cast out all other thoughts from her mind
Revealing only that which she intended the marauders to find
After all, she was "PRISTINE" the perfect warrior, in search of her heart
Completely free of from contamination, uncorrupted by the dark
This place was yet primeval, the whole valley lay before her, knowing
She was there, her muscles trembled but she clenched, her heartbeat growing
And pressed herself flat into the snow with an intensity of concentration
That would allow her to pass these marauders and reach the plantation
Where no others dared to go, uncorrupted by civilization
She slowed her breathing to a state of perfect control
Silently she passed as an apparition, pure as driven snow
They never saw her coming and they would never see her go
Pristine, wherever she would go
Purified, intact, spotless as an empty mind
She knew exactly what she must find
She was there to collect her heart
To return it to her kind
Sterilized and unsullied
Hard as winter ice
She came here with her swords
She would leave here with her knife
That could slice
To the core
Of  this simulation
To redefine
Her warrior
Nation
And present it
With her
Heart.......

Tony Taylor  (Chicago)