A Heroine Forgotten By Time
No history's books with golder trim
ever recorded her sweet name...
softer than a warm rainfall,
she only listened to her call.
Away, swifter than lightning, into the sunless forest
she rode the whitest horse in her dazzling wool dress;
and by her undeniable amazon looks, one surely knew
Rain had the strength and audacity of riding through.
In mediaval times, men seeking many adventures
could become mercenary soldiers
to fight a Holy War in the Crusades...
and Rain protected those wild and pristine lands.
Brave and willing women were excluded from every battle,
by being harshly told to hush...suppressing their pain,
but courageous Rain changed all that with a refrain,
" I'll defy anyone pillaging the grasslands and not tremble!"
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