Last to rise

In the darkness
before the light.

I fought and fought
until the sun came to my sight.

The bodies lined the streets
steam blew and blew from the heat.

I had been scared
but those fears I never shared.

Blood was stained on my clothes
strips of cloth hung in rows.

I was the last warrior to rise
my helmet fell removing my guise.

I am a warrior,
and I am the last one to stand.

My sword in hand
my thoughts breaking down the barrier.

My name is lost to time
my last song has become a rhyme.

I left the field that day
a female who led the way.

To a new dawn.