Cartimandua

There’s simplicity in her grace, a fighter in her soul
A woman in the shadows of a man with no heart
Wealth and riches give her a life that she deserves,
But she rejects it, respectfully.

Her people believed in her, they believed
she was the light to their darkness.
She would not fail them now.

As time passed the woman watched lands get conquered,
hers on the verge of losing itself, everything was out of her hands.
Light no longer shine on a clear crystal day,
blood curtailing screams filled restless skies.

Fate had taken control, killing everything in its way,
this would be the end of the Celtic Queen,
her people rebelled unable to protect her, greed conquers all,
leaving only the image of a gracefully fighter,
in the shadows of a man with no heart.