She can wear the thickest armour
Hold the hardest shields
And weild the strongest weapon
To ward off her foes

But all it does
Is trap them inside
So she spends her life
Searching for better wares

Eventualy she stops
Worn out and exausted
Takes off her armour and shield
And sheathes her sword

Through all her ventures
Carrying so much weight
She's stronger than before
And no longer trapping things inside

So she leaves it all behind
Certain she's better off
Beating off her foes
With no trouble at all

But one day her strength fails her
She's shot from behind
Through her heart and out her chest
Bleeding her near to death

She struggles for her lost armour
And flails any weapon she can find
Losing feeling in all her limbs
She manages to crawl away

Twice as much armour as before
Three times a larger shield
And more weapons than before
With a scar on her heart




Sorry about spelling or anything like that.... I tend not to change things after I write them..