The Legend of Her

There was a legend

Lost to the ages

Before the time

Of quills and pages

 

Surely though

There was a maiden

Who bore an axe

Who was armor laden

 

Many urged her

Toward a gown

But by her blade

Foes were cut down

 

A champion

No one expected

N’er heralded

Or genuflected

 

Just a maiden

And her skill

I hope she knows

I dream her still