Mistress of Shadows

This is a Christian based poem I wrote in 1999

Across plains of war and death,
I seek a passage out of this chaos.
A woman stands calling my way;
Black cloak and black hair:
Pale skin with wild eyes.
In desperation I force my way to her.
She points the way out
And reaches her hand towards me.
I look back and see the fire
As it consumes everything behind me.
I reach out my hand and grasp hers.
Her eyes flare red and her skin decays:
Shadows creeping behind her.
I release her skeletal hand
And turn to face the dragon
As I unsheathe my sword.