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
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