Lone Warrior
She who fights wise knows
not the enemy, only the danger .
She is drained, in
this eternal rain.
Refused to be slain,
she searched in vain.
Playing this game, for
the hope that never came.
She holds on tight,
through the rising tide.
Gazing at the family
crest, longing for the rest.
To have fought, like a
torn soldier,
She never forgets, for she did not regret.
She dwells in solitary, as a lone ranger.
