She was born for this moment.
This one small place in light of
all that golden history.
A time and date set, with
a watchmaker's precision, into its
They threw (knives) stares with the pressure,
as the seconds dropped, time ticked away.
A single pulse, the beat of a heart (but whose?)
— a test for her soul.
This was humanity on edge, adrenaline flowing,
the pin drop clear.
A confidence flares,
that look on her face,
sweat on her brow.
The crowd grows deeper.
… but why the audience?
It's just her choice,
it was only her child.