The Royal Heroine
ROYAL HEROINE
A pure damsel
of noble borne
with her crown
unseen,resting upon
her noble brow.
Though in thoughts
and gaze was
something entirely
different, the libration
of her own clan.
So to arms
she chooses, sword in
hand, shield on the
other,bow and arrows
lie still in her back, as
she bears the wrath
of a decade slavery.
She was seen
under the cover
of darkness
leaping the vallies and
climbing hills.
The heaven burst
open
in torrent of tears
mourning those yet to
die by her blazing
sword.
Furry burns brightly in
her eyes,ignated like
the olympic lamp, her
feet were swifter
than galloping horses
charging into battle.
She was a mere
shadow,yet cutting
deep into flesh,
separating bones
from marrows,
slaying thousands by
her arrow.
She gave death news
to their foes
and increased their
woes,she made them
taste the cold steel
with which she
bought freedom.
The sun rises and the
chirping song and
heavenly taste of
liberty
echoes forth from
broken chains of
slavery bounds.
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