Wind whispering in the emerald trees,
The golden sun sinks into the hills.
Sweet summer's warmth around me,
Holding the skirt of my gown,
I run down the familiar path,
But I don't need to wait.
My hair falling out of place,
My beautiful dress tattered and stained,
I don't mind, though.
I start at the beautiful sight, overcome by something beautiful.
Words refuse me.
But such a happy silence; awe.
The glowing sunset sparkles on the gold and colored gems,
Glinting off the armor.
Velvet draped gracefully, softly.
Proud, brave, noble,
How, why, I have no idea,
But for whatever reason, it's real.
And we smile.