She Lived By the Sword
She lived by the sword and she died by the sword,
Her friends just watching her fade away
Their iron eyes still looked to their lords
While on the ground, her broken body lay.
Her tongue was sharp while she lay alive
Her body built like stone
In every battle (more than thirty-five)
She always fought alone
She fought alone and she thought alone
When, in truth, she was never alone
Always accompanied into battle thrown
With often a scream, but never alone
I came across her after a duel that night
And I knew she never gave up in flight
Her pieces glittered in the light
And so this poem now I write
She lived by the sword and she died by the sword
Her friends just watching her fade away
But it all was explained in a single word.
For how can one go alone into battle and yet never be alone
And always struggle but never fight
How can one go so gentle into that good night
How can one live by the sword and die by the sword
And be independent while serving one’s lord
Unless she is truly a sword
Copyright © Emily Legel | Year Posted 2014
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