The big gate falls with a thud |
Marching inside are the villainous **** ||
Screams, pleads and blood all surrounds everything |
"This is now our land" they cruelly sing ||

In the palace, the great king sweats cold |
While the women should be hidden, they told ||
But the dolly princess refused to stay so |
And sternly opposes to just lay low ||

The worried king, being a father - locks her |
Whilst, the soldiers surge out being the protector ||

There goes on & on the battle of right and wrong |
The skirmishes are heard of blood and cries, all along ||

The captured girl of nobility , feels rage |
Her eyes go blood shot and her grip on window doesn't fade ||

She broke the window, with a determined gaze |
Her action full of anger and the tool is an expensive vase ||

Hopping down the window athletically, she reached the ground |
Groaning in pain yet, runs towards the crowd ||

Taking the sword, that once belonged to a soldier |
She runs past with tears, as the corpse get colder ||

Combating with might, her underhanded trainings now show their worth ||
She spears each enemy deep, careless of how her ichor rains Earth ||

Once a princess, now a battler |
Now she rage, once she fear |

The silver moon stares at red |
"An eye for an eye" is all foe said ||

Golden rays strike shining at the dark scene |
Corpses, blood & weapons are now vividly seen ||

The soldiers won, as the enemies survived none ||

An anguished father -oh- the king saw his daughter |
Laying in her own blood, with the sword...she stutter ||

"We won, father" the brave girl smiled |
While the king, now distraughtly proud cried ||

As she closes her eyes...forever, the kingdom mourned |
The soldiers bow remorseful, as a great warrior is thus renowned ||