She brings the Sword of Might

She is instructed by the Mighty One to destroy all those who in darkness dwelt stopping the continuing of Creation. She is attacked by dark forces and Archangels come to Her rescue.

A mighty sword then carried She through caverns of despair
Most needed there it was
Tearing through miasmas of hate and anguish 
Black in colour they were

The Sword of Light swing it did from side to side
Across vast and endless voids
Dark universes without number did fall 
Just as they had come into view

Once bright and shining

It seemed so right to Her this work
She knew what had to be done
Her master's voice did to Her call
Do this before I can recall the onward progress of Creation

so She carried on

Not always easy this for Her
Each blinding cut into the darkness
Cut through Her Soul 
Anguish tore at Her heart
Pity for all that was destroyed

and yet She kept on keeping on

Archangels to the Rescue

Archangels to She's rescue

Then a force of blinding hate attacked Her from all sides
She felt the malignancy of them whose work she would destroy
They came at her with vicious knives as sharp as needles 
Edges like saws to tear Her into pieces small

This time Archangels to She's rescue came
Blinding bright were They in their power and might
Naught could withstand in any way
With one great swoop of mercurial Light
They swept the Ahrimans away 

and thus they fell

Galactic Healing taking Place

soft like down She floated

Weakened mightily was She
Her work now at an end
At least for a short while
Rest She could and float like down amongst the stars

Lilting music filled Her ears
Her eyes great galaxies did see
One after another moving through Her beingness
Soothing
Comforting
Healing 

a crescendo of Light and Sound