LADY BRAVEHEART
She believed in her king and her country
she loved the land in which she was born
ne'er say a word against either
for you'll feel the wrath of her scorn
She always knew that when she got older
she'd someday fight to keep her land free
and lay her life on the line for her king
fighting to the death, if it need be
She never gave much thought to marriage
Nay, she was not one for frills and lace
and ne'er tell her that she's just a girl
at least, dare not say that to her face
When other girls her age had children
she was glad, not to have made that her life
for to be stuck in a house, day after day
t'was not her desire to be any man's wife
Young maidens would walk through the market
fondling linens and other such wares
but her thoughts were on a good sword of steel
and crusades throughout the lands, far and near
Now it came to pass, that a war was brewing
an invasion was about to take place
the king was readying for a battle
to save country and save his land's grace
How she pondered o'er this, many a night
wondering how she could join the crusade
surely they'd not allow a girl to fight
Though she was not some mere, helpless young maid
For she came from a large family of boys
Aye, t'was eleven brothers she had in all
they had taught her how to take a tumble
and they taught her how to take a fall
It came to pass, time was growing nigh
The crusade was on the move with speed
all the young men, from her village joined in
and the call, she just knew she must heed
She took bits of clothing from her brothers
a pair of trousers, from another, a vest
and a pair of sturdy boots from the youngest
soon she'd be ready to join with the rest
Just a few more tasks, then she'd be done
Next, chopping off her long, golden curls
she then grabbed her own sword and leather scabbard
Now who'd dare think that she was a girl?
Lastly, retrieving a steel helmet and shield
that she had hidden, far under her bed
for she was certain this day would eventually near
and she'd be ready without fear nor dread
She filed in line with the others
hoping to fit in with the rest of the pack
as they walked and rode out to the battle field
without regret, she ne'er once looked back
The battle was fierce, beyond her dreams
but she would die if that was the cost
for no one had the right to take their land
her anger boiled, she not give in to a loss
She ran full force at the enemy
clutching her sword with every ounce of her might
as she ran it into a shoulder
pulling it out, she continued to fight
Then she put it through another enemy's heart
knowing he would have done the same
so she felt no guilt, or slightest remorse
the battle field was no place to feel shame
She saw her own comrades dying that day
which made her anger grow stronger and firm
Aye, she'd make these devilish heathens pay
for their arrogance, they soon would squirm
She took many lives, by the time night fell
And by the grace of God, she still stood
even though the cost to their own was dear
they did well, as well as they could
The battle lasted a few more days
As they tired, but they still stood strong
Her pride and love for her country and king
kept her steady, as the days grew long
But soon their numbers were dwindling
the enemy retreating, their scheme falling apart
She had fought her first battle with honor and pride
The young heroine, Lady Braveheart.
~PennyLynne~
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