As moon’s light sweeps the land
A young girl slips into the night
Her bare feet leaving no prints in the sand
She keeps her steps swift and light
Her brother see’s but dares not tell
For her courage saved the house as it fell
His crippled leg almost lost their honor
But for their son, instead they received daughter
He sheds a tear for his selfishness
Begging his god that she does not become a martyr
She is a warrior
The swift blade cuts every hair’s strand
Her teeth clenched tight
She trains under a man’s hand
Feeling the sting of war’s bite
Fearing the sound of truth’s bell
The other men would give her hell
She has traded in her skirt for amour
The pressure of a fake identity thrust upon her
She’s terrified but still stands tall, no longer a miss
Copying her bothers very saunter
She is a warrior
The gunshots sound their own band
Death and victory wave their blood red kite
The marks of soldiers burned into them by brand
Their flesh puckering red and bright
She wishes back home is well
But dares not to dwell
The days drag and become longer
Under the sun, her lies begin to falter
Suspicions arise amongst the campus
Royals hear a whisper from their reporter
She is a warrior
The Queen has listened and planned
Glad for the foresight
To order this soldier to her Castle of Grand
Before her husband causes a bigger fight
The General and fatal woman set sail
Leaving with goodbyes and farewells
Through the journeys and tests of parkour
The men have come to respect their partner
Never mind their parti pris
They all know of her true purport
She is a warrior
The General takes precautions beforehand
Though his lesson was long and trite
He had to leave the vessel unmanned
He tried it his way and it took all her might
She succeeded in throwing him off the caravel
For he had planned to fool the Queen and her personnel
Taking care of her with murder
Greeting the Royals as if he was she, and in fact a sir
But she had wanted to be free from her and his
And greet the King and Queen as herself, Eleanor
She is a warrior
She is more than just a rumor
She will no longer be a whisper
She’d rather greet Death with a kiss
Then face punishment from a tsar
She is a warrior
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Drapetomania: A Book of Poems
PoetryDrapetomania- the overwhelming urge to run away. Hello, welcome to my book of poems. This is an entry for The Atty's and I hope you enjoy it.
