Musings

Warrior

She wore her crown on the top of her head

She knew where her priorities laid

She was careful not to let her guard down

But also wore her heart on the sleeve of her gown

She walked with the grace of a swan

And shone like the sun at dawn

Her words, kind they were always

Like the cool winds on sunny days

But the world was crass,

Clawed at her dress till it was torn apart

And the men were blunt;

Armed with swords, ready to hunt

The blood ran down her sleeves

But she daren't weep;

For they had unleashed a beast,

Which should've been a secret to keep.

They unleashed her wrath:

The truth slashed through,

With actions she paved her path.

But kind was she still,

She prayed to God,

Asked the souls to be blessed

For through and through,

She was a Goddess.

The world treated her cruelly,

Had they realised:

She was a warrior

With fire in her eyes

Had they known:

She had always worn her armour

Under the dress they'd torn.