Storm Dancer III: Creature Freedom

She dances defiantly in freedom
As destruction designs defeat.

The Master’s voice softly outshouts
The snarling wolves and ravenous lions.

His seasons of rhythm
Pose a powerful counterpoint
To the enemy’s chaotic cacaphony.

She blindly follows,
Eyes closed in childlike faith,
Knowing her Shepherd’s voice
Is true and good and faithful and just.

The defeated creatures
Fight the fall snarling
But her dance corrals them to submission
At the Shepherd’s feet.

The rhythm beats louder
As her mind gets quieter.

Pride fells the creatures
As her submission grows silent
And the Shepherd orders all things.