The Maiden



Still she sits in bare calmness

Hatred drowns in hollowness

Spare the sword, the roaring spiel

She dares not touch the cunning flames.

Tear the fortress, still she rises

Penned verses are sunken cries

Cripple her, still she rises

She braces today to quench her thirst.

 She sealed vengeance in dusty grave

From rotten insanity she emerges

 This maiden’s not yours to wield

She’s the master of her fate!

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