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This they called “the warrior princess” was insane-
Left her own land to search for herself,
To fight the battle that was never her own.
She had to- but she didn't know why.

As she passed beyond the borders, she looked back-
The land where she grew up was in great destruction. 
Tears fell on her cheeks quenching the thirsty sand of the desert,
Yet she could not go back- and she didn't know why.

Off she traveled, with her shield and double-edged sword-
She fought hard ripping off the head of monsters
That haunt and weaken the innocent children and villagers.
With her wounds, stronger she became- and she didn't know why.

Warrior met her likens and she learned more-
Blood dripped as she continued fighting; raw war with injustice.
Her madness made her sword blunt, shield cracked,
The warrior is a stranger to herself- and she didn't know why.

Forgotten were the battles that she had won many times-
How she swiftly handled her sword and used her shield.
Yet she kept on throwing herself to the camp of the enemies
'Til death, believing that victory is at hand- and she didn't know why.

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And she who they called, “The Warrior Princess” many years later-
Bears a name that is unknown to everyone,
But the light of her sword and shield shines on every land,
Calling for hope and reassuring victory- and they don't know why... 

They will never know why.