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Standing on the battlements

In the dark of night,

She saw the amassed hoards

Standing with fires down below,

She knew they bayed for her blood

And that of all her people,

She felt the fear but also a sense of total exhilaration,

Walking down into the courtyard

She claimed upon her mighty armoured horse,

Sitting upon it in her chainmail she road with full force

All her warriors behind her roared also in unison,

Then pointing her sword forward

They doors started to open wide,

And into the masses she raced slicing from side to side,

And in the daybreak morning

All saw a sea like landscape of horses and men that had died,

Yet standing bloodstained among the carnage

Wrung out a victorious but painful cry,

There she stood in the center of it all

Gripping hold of her standard and then thrusting it high,

One of the few survivors because though in the battle she was stranded

But her ferocious brutality and her thirst for life

Saw her sword cut through her enemy, like butter yielding to a hot knife.