Merida
There she was
Wild and Free
Her coiled crimson hair
Fluttering in the breeze
She stands there holding
her fathers bow and an arrow she had crafted
As she inhales and holds the arrow back
she stares and studies the man who is about to slay her father
She exhales and lets the arrow shoot
She missed and watched her father die
Tears stream down her face
only for a minute
Then she glares upon the horizon
Seeking for vengeance.
