Shahenda

She stood on top of the crest of the falls,
As sunlight danced within the rushing waters.
Hands spread upwards in meditation,
Speaking to the inner powers to appear.
Her full-length emerald green cloak
Whipping in the wind that burst forth.
As she stood on top of Kaaterskill Falls,
The wind gushed, throwing her hood aside
Letting loose a wave of waist length auburn hair.
Her green eyes flashed as she chanted.
Dazzling rays of prism light
Danced forth from her right hip,
Her powers, being flocked together.
Echoing her words in the wind
“I open to the North, I open to the East,”
“I open to the South, I open to the West,”
“Elements complete my circle!”
Suddenly an awestricken thunderclap
Rain pelted the entire world,
As the wind growled echo’s within the ears.
She stood there, head gazing sky-wards, in her harbored circle.
All light was now turning into the shadows of evil,
As she had predicted, the dark days have begun.
Her cloak whipped sky-wards
Standing straight above her up-spread hands and head.
Her eyes casting upwards, her hair hurling in the wind,
Her white gown blasted by speckles of black dirt,
Prism rays of color danced within her protected circle
Illuminating the crest she stood upon, as she chanted.
Night swallowed the day as darkness engulfed all.
There was nothing but silence, within those dark hours.
As the silence was broken with dawn’s awakening
Soft cooing of birds filled the air, the wind sighed gently
Animals stirred cautiously.
Upon the crest of Kaaterskill Falls,
Within the illuminating circle stood a graceful tree
With emerald green leaves in an upswept reach
And a white spotted trunk.
And from hence forth,
Shahenda the wizard was seen no more.