Eldritch Horror

[ehowton]

Armed to the teeth with two-hundred thousands lives
And an army of unified principalities
She stands in the clearing, armed with energy, not knives
Preparing to wield powerful modalities

Before her stands a towering, ancient Eldrich horror,
Surrounded by a near impenetrable stone wall
The horror faces her, wore her, tore her
They both know the stone stronghold will soon fall

She grounds herself to the earth, as above so below
And stone by stone the wall deconstructs
This is her gift, hers alone to bestow
Until in the end, it all but self-destructs

Standing in the clearing with her where the horror once stood
A man, abashed, abased, in its place
The surrounding forest has grown quiet as she knew it would
She gives the now free man a warm, welcoming embrace