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.
I always enjoy your poems but this is exceptional😱😱
This is too beautifully written💙❤
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Thanks very much, I am really glad you enjoyed it my friend, thanks for your kind words 🙏 Faux
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