Woman of the Valley

I saw a woman from the valley Unclear to many, she stood solely She has swam an ocean and cried boldly, As she courted and battled her youths coldly. Chained and celled, she once told I listened to her stories of the once known bold She whispered time of the oldest gold I shivered to the freezing cold. Scars drifted her in her time of glee But her words will always be free And as she saw night and day far from the sea She never once dreamt to flee. Her spear does not bleed nor bow She hears voices of mens only vow She speaks words never heard till now As she stood at the world's last standing brow