Might

Bare-footed, she ran around the empty battlefield...
With an indomitable spirit, she's fortified...


Adrifted, she has lost tight clasp
On a sturdy steel once...
Such steel oversoon rusted by greedy pangs of time...
It was her companion,
her sheath,
her hope...


At one point...she felt forsaken, helpless...
Forthwith, dauntless than ever...


With nothing on her weary hands, she greeted
wild birds and hungry lions...
Will gallantly withstood...


Without steel, but in rest, she'd fix
Her glare
On a four-leaf clover,
Lying softly in her soiled palm,
her bundle of strength...