Prepared, but never looking for a fight,
and boldly, she strides forth, without a care,
with nonchalance, but never unaware
of things within her hearing and her sight.
She only fights for what she knows is right,
defending with the sword she’ll always bear,
the sunlight and the moonlight in its glare,
protecting, watching though the day and night.

The battlelight is dancing in her eyes,
advancing with her sword, without a fear,
her swinging blade will never miss a mark.
The whizzing steel to mingle with the cries
of foes’ fright as the singing blade draws near,
to set the land free of the evil dark.