Alanna
A person in need knows whom to call,
The Lioness, Lady Knight, she goes by them all.
For peasants of peasants, kings of kings,
When trouble comes she flies as if on wings
Through the night, and yet she does not flee,
For if she did she could not stand to be.
She draws her sword and shouts, "For my King!"
Fighting for honor while battling swords loudly ring
"Woman are too weak to fight", some say
"Drawing weapons, for women is dismay"
Kings Champion knew better, but none
Believed. Thus she sheared her flaming bronze bun,
And stole off to the castle. Shining
At her lessons, excelling at fencing.
None questioned her masculinity,
For she displayed no femininity.
A true kings knight, the "best of the best."
And for this she was blessed, we will not jest.
All her hard work has come to an end,
Will she be a knight or squire again?
Hiding herself for eight years was bile.
But her final ordeal will be her last trial.
The day has finally come to prove to the
World that women can fight and to be
The things men are. The world was in a
Disarray none knew what to do, or say.
All eyes upon her as she held her head
Up high. Better to die or to be dead
Than lose hope of achieving her dreams
By not becoming - The Lady knight