Without white steed, the Angel came,
Rewards for self, unwanted
A soldier armed with hope and love
Brought help to those, Death-haunted.
Elizabeth, with violet eyes
Tear filled, did ease their crying.
Their faceless screams, unheard before,
Became a shout, "Not Guilty!"
Their Angel's fight was joined by throngs
Professing vows of fealty.
The fight, once lost, can now be won
And answer prayers, "Please heal me."