#HistoricalEchoes


In the heart of France, a maiden stood,
A farm girl, quiet in her place,
Yet voices called, and I understood,
Destiny beckoned with holy grace.

From fields of wheat to fields of war,
My soul alight with heaven's flame,
A banner raised, a sacred chore,
To free my land and stake my claim.

"Joan, you dream," the skeptics cried,
"Stay in your place, forsake this quest."
But in my heart, I could not hide,
The burning truth, the righteous test.

Through...