"GORDAFARID"....Woman Warrior...

She recalled standing with her father, Gazhdaham, before the Turanian troops came
She knew it then, she'd have to wear his pride, with honor and strength one day
Her mind suddenly stiffened, ran from the memories of him strong, impossibly brave......

Gazhdaham was rigid with agony, the flames did not consume his flesh
They tortured him horrendously, the muscles on his forehead
bulged and worked as if they were tearing his skull apart
the veins on his neck stood out like the braveness of his heart
his lips drew back into a white snarl across his teeth,
She knew it then, the break that she would need
In a flash she had taken up a sword and began to hack and kill
Turanian troops running from the fortress back up on the hill
"Gordafarid's" battle cry was deafening, her rosy cheeks turned black
Her blood stained armor glowed a crimson rage, as she roared "Attack!"
She would take her fight directly to her sworn enemy, SOHRAB
The man that killed her father was facing cold, calculating, "wrath!"
She had gathered her troops so quickly, with precision never seen
They sped from the fortress with Gordafarid in the lead
Turanian soldiers gaped sickly at her animalistic command
The Persian in her heart would grow into protection for her land
She slaughtered men in a frenzy, the rest just ran to hide
Her army then encircled her and she spoke to them with pride
"Let the others live, we need not make more enemies!" she cried
"Let not this bloodshed, diminish my fathers life!"
Gordafarid, the Warrior, had arrived
But without malice
And intensely wise
The name "Gordafarid"
Became a nations
Battle cry.....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)