Deer In Headlights

Deer In Headlights

You only see them when
It’s too late or nearly so
Hypnotized by your high
Beams twin swords 
Scabbarded in darkness
It’s up to you to do something
Either swerve or gun it
Praying that the wind
Shield doesn’t shatter
Later if there is a 
Later you will tell how still
She stood in the face
Of her death like
A martyr who cried out
In joy when the blade
Stabbed through her heart
So that the executioner
Walked away a believer