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I am no warmonger Yet, today, I am ready for battle Hand above brow searching the mountains for enemies, I hold my staff My sword in tow My face upturned To the burning snow Yes, I am A warrioress In her half-polished armor Some parts shiny, as if new others marked, beat up dented, burnt a rough-hewn tribute to the steely trials I've been through War goddesses Sekhmet and Athena Freyja, Astarte By my side As I ready my stallion For the dangerous ride "We are lucky," I whisper, in her beautiful ear "That time is on our side... No time for fear" I am my own commander In this field of combat I only have my heart To wear on my sleeve I will take my victory In my vulnerability Before I close the doors again So all of those non-desireable factors Better not upset me I have always come in peace I am a gentle soul But all of this…. Now the tables have turned. I am ready to yell My battle-cry Arms posed for arrow strike Hair streaming wild Eyes with the focus Of a hawk Watch out. Take heed. For I have learned That good girls Fight back. No need to Senselessly Bleed No need to take unnecessary flack I have had enough Of apologies Enough lowering my brow I am taking Life Into my own hands And my time To live is Now Stand back Here I come Move aside Before I come undone
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
Small War Cry
I am no warmonger Yet, today, I am ready for battle Hand above brow searching the mountains for enemies, I hold my staff My sword in tow My face upturned To the burning snow Yes, I am A warrioress In her half-polished armor Some parts shiny, as if new others marked, beat up dented, burnt a rough-hewn tribute to the steely trials I've been through War goddesses Sekhmet and Athena Freyja, Astarte By my side As I ready my stallion For the dangerous ride "We are lucky," I whisper, in her beautiful ear "That time is on our side... No time for fear" I am my own commander In this field of combat I only have my heart To wear on my sleeve I will take my victory In my vulnerability Before I close the doors again So all of those non-desireable factors Better not upset me I have always come in peace I am a gentle soul But all of this…. Now the tables have turned. I am ready to yell My battle-cry Arms posed for arrow strike Hair streaming wild Eyes with the focus Of a hawk Watch out. Take heed. For I have learned That good girls Fight back. No need to Senselessly Bleed No need to take unnecessary flack I have had enough Of apologies Enough lowering my brow I am taking Life Into my own hands And my time To live is Now Stand back Here I come Move aside Before I come undone
lora-lee
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
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