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.