She, the Warrior
We all die. Some in our grave.
Some in our ashes.
And some in our hearts.
But if you must die.
Then die fighting for what you love.
And so she hid the heart
Behind the walls so strong
And she would trick you to love
But you cannot come along
Cause that was the only fuel she had
She could only burn it for what others won’t.
And if she had to pick her battle
It would be for all that would matter
For a purpose bigger than herself
Cause the solitary maid who no one knew
Had no one to lose or to fear.
And far out in her quiet dwelling
In a room lit up with golden hues
You might have managed to catch her glimpse
Or perhaps have had a word or two.
And with her cold uncaring stare
She perhaps scared you away
Did she tell you beneath that iron suit
The warrior was dying slowly everyday?
She didn’t tell and no one knew
When quietly she ceased to be
But she put her last fuel to lit up the dark
In the depths of the ocean so long unseen.
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