I married the wind

I was born to fight.

My veins course with singing wildfire

My hands are rough like my fathers who worked the land

My eyes are sharp and made of silver stone

I see everything.

I have never taken a bridle

I have never felt a brand

Some men have tried to break me,

They end up with their backs in the dust.

They curse me as the Widowmaker

That's why I married the wind;

His fingers pull my hair

His arms guard me against the souls of humans

He calls me his lone lover.

No one knows what to think of me

I am the last warrior on this Earth

My red twin left too early

So I battle alone.