the lady of the war
one went to battle for
if i were the maiden in chains
ruined, mocked, tamed
my title stripped
my insolence, slipped
if i were lady of the war
he’d return to me before his last bullet
rescue me from enemy
he is the wounded soldier, but his
gallantry
asleep all through the war
until at dawn his footsteps shudder me
i’d wake to find him returned
burned.
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