The blades of crimson
Unsheathed upon the ground
As tears of sorrow drops
And whimpers without a sound

The battle has ended
But the war maiden exclaims
"Stand up soldiers, and gather around".
But alone she hears
The battlecry of the enemies.
Only then she noticed
That there is no one else around.

The war maiden stood up
And picked up her sword
For alone in the battlefield
Filled with men of all sorts

"This battle is not yet over
Till the last enemy's blood in this field will cover.
"I will swing this sword till my last breath"
"I will kill these men before my own death"
"And I will end this war and stand upon seth".

The blades began to swing and hit each other.
Each strike filled with desperation and power.
The blood of my kin don't matter.
In the field of war, courage and fear will serve the same master.







© Leo Nardo