The Warrior Virgin
She has the halo of the martyr.
She saved her nation and the Crown –
a warrior soul,
though only a child.
She commanded the army,
gave courage even to the king –
prodigy of history
in woman’s arm.
Her great victories
and the glory
are her virtues, her suffering
and true love.
They condemned her at the stake
as the witch, before burning –
priest Eucharist gave to her
and they burned alive her flesh.
© A. R. Wielgus 2015
Copyright © Art Wielgus | Year Posted 2016
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