In Her Armor Plain

A simple poem with a slight fantasy theme.

To rest she is lain,
In her armor plain.

She was not vain,
Like the knights of old,
In her armor plain.

Often she would train,
Through the night unending,
In her armor plain.

Through the swaying grain,
She attacked her foes,
In her armor plain.

Fighting off great pain,
She secured her throne,
In her armor plain.

She began her reign,
In her armor plain.

 

Author's Note

Tell me what you think. All criticism is necessary for improvement - not just the good.