The Shield Maiden

Fierce is she with flowing mane No stranger to feel or witness pain Fast she stands with shield in hand Defender of her sacred lands And full prepared to bring an end To any who would dare offend With shaft of glistening, speeding light Fired from bow with deadly sight The Maiden stands tall and proud Battle Roar long and loud Before the charge to the front Shield at the fore to bare the brunt Hard she strives through the fight Blade swung hard with all her might To fell the invader of her land Return them hence to the sand Her shield swings high, her parry low Mastering the battles flow