The Wanderess...
“She was free in her wildness.
She was a wanderess, a drop of free water.
She belonged to no man and to no city”
Inspired by Roman Payne's - The Wanderess & the dramatic fortress Klis....reimagining possibilities....
She stood on the highest ledge of isolation, to face the impending storm
She let her hair down in defiance, allowing the wind to sweep it away
Her dark eyes, shining bright, wet from the past yet full of hope for the future
She watched in silence as the sun set the sky ablaze, angry lightning cut through the heavy clouds
She left the open gates without a care, the metal doors rusty from laying bare
Neither feared nor waited for anyone, at peace & complete in her own self
As the rains came, she knew she was ready, her armor failing to tame her raging soul
She raced up the stairs facing her future, rode into the storm armed only with a goal
- by Raksha Sriram
