Never a Queen

She was no queen Not meant to have a king Not meant to be seated at a throne To point and rule She was a warrior Meant to go into battle To be at war with darkness Fighting with every ounce of soul Passion dripping from her fingertips For all things and beings For which she treasured No crown No robe No scepter A helmet of knowledge A chest plate of courage A sword with blessings of the wise And curses of the foolish She will continue With tangled hair Burning in her eyes And dirt under her nails Whether there be another like minded warrior To withstand the scarring of storms Or not Forever a warrior Never a queen