Thirst for peace
Her soul was washed white in his blood,
For she revered him above all.
He made her bold and fearless,
For she was an edifice of his marvel.
His grace satisfied her once edacious self,
Her facade was wiped off.
He magnified her inner splendour,
She was now an angelic enchantress.
Her thirst never reverted,
For she trusted on her Lord her thirst for peace.