Lady of The Sword

On her bloody knees...
She gather all her strength as she breathes deep.
Fallen...Yet not broken... Bruised... Yet not torn...
Her armor weighs heavy on her shoulders.
She dares not to look beyond the horizon.
This horizon where bodies dress this eerie field of the damn of man!
The colors of the setting sun cast an epic scene that was 
painted by an epic goddess in the sky...

Gazing down at the soaked ground...
She slowly reaches for her sword that cut many foes down;
leaving them all on this holy ground that traces the path
of her great wrath. 
The grass is flooded with blood and other matter that flies cherish,
as they swarm... Zigging and zagging over the corpuses that 
lay in their final state.
Her greenish eyes pump hate into her heart!

She embraces this epic sword... Using it as a brace.
Her mind is caught racing from the adrenaline
that fires her body to action in this epic reaction.
With a tight grip of her massive sword, 
she arises like a phoenix from the black ashes of death!
Standing tall and hearing the call of Athena herself.
She is at the crest of her life and with this sword she will not rest!

Testing all who call her out with her roaring shout.
Feeling so very much alive to press on...
She take her steps on the warrior path into the distant setting sun...
Fit to lead on to her next great battle that rattles any man's wits!