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Her ear throbs.

Death surrounded her,

walls of fire,

falling soldiers.

They didn't deserve this.

None of them did.

The French, the Burundians.

Lives lost for greed.

But she didn't listen to them,

her saints, her angels.

She must do Gods bidding.

'Jesus Maria',

Her war cry sounded through the battlefield

Her soldiers, once again, regained their strength.

This was for France.

Her loyalty towards her country kept her going. 

The Maid


By Joyce

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