Tied her hair, grabbed swords
Florence, a girl born to fight, a girl of her words.
No one knew, France will have her as a guiding light. No one knew, a girl with soft hands has the will to fight. Grown up Florence, dressed up as a man, "I believe in myself and I knew I can ".
Bravery and kindness were her traits, She carried her strength ,her passion and her dedication in her long braids. Entered the Battlefield without a slight fear, Smashed thousands of shields and swords in a tear. The moment for Florence was a bliss.
To save the king, Florence took an arrow to her chest! Despite the wound, the fire in her had nho rest.
The Noble King carried her to the tent in his arm, Treated her wound and was mesmerized by her charm.
His honest eyes compelled Florento to become Florence, the real fighter The King, The Noble King, lovingly blessed her, making her heart lighter.
Lovingly blessed her, encouraged her to fight as she is,
Then she came out as Florence and fought like fire, She became the great Florence, an amazing figure for many to inspire.
~Paawani Mishra
