That night when I saw her under the moon light
I could only see the glittery deep eyes
Those eyes told me stories
Stories of love, sorrow and valor
It was a night of silence …
The soft moon light was the only thing in sight ..
The sky hide the stars in its thick blanket
Yet the starts couldn’t keep from looking at such alluring beauty
There was a hustle, a quite breeze a silent song to which her locks danced..
Behold I see a radiant face as the clouds swished away
There she was in her mighty amour,
Standing tall and majestic with her supreme sword
Staring at those high tides at the shore
The sword was dripping blood of the traitors
Her face was filled with stupor
Few steps ahead I see her feet soaked in blood..
Blood of the warriors of her mighty kingdom
Corpse of the vipers of the sacred land of NOVA
The untold stories of valor radiated in her eyes
They called her “TAPHER “ The greatest warrior of the land of justice .
