The moment of coronation Amidst awe and hushed silence -- steady steps of the empress-to-be-crowned At each and every step a Crescent Sword is unsheathed with unflinching swift and warrior's grit In the shade of the swords . . . . She ascends to the throne. What's defeat? What's retreat? A Decree enforced. I'm a warrior -- righteous knows -- no shield and deceit. You weakling and weak-kneed. This is the day you were promised.